Текст песни Elvis Presley - Petunia The Gardeners Daughter
Elvis Presley - Petunia The Gardeners Daughter слова песни
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)Ive gotta gal, oh what a palThe apple of my eyeWith something rare, a peach of a pearBut her dad wont let us meet and I could dieI love petunia the gardeners daughterOooh how that gal can kissHer eyes are blue as bluebellsEach cheek a rose to seeHow I dance when she plants her two lips on meIm as daffy as a daffodilI long to kiss her all the timeTonight Ill steal into her gardenAnd make petunias two lips mine(Ive got a beau, I love him soThe apple of my eyeWith something rare, a peach of a pearBut my dad wont let us meet and I could die)And we could dieI love petunia the gardeners daughterOooh how that gal can kiss(my eyes are blue as bluebellsEach cheek a rose to see)How I dance when she plants her two lips on me(hes as daffy as a daffodilHe loves to kiss me all the time)Tonight Ill steal into her gardenAnd make petunias two lips mineShe makes other girls look just like weeds(Im gonna be his clinging vine)Tonight Ill steal into her gardenAnd make petunias two lips(my ever loving two lips)Make petunias two lips mine