Текст песни Elvis Presley - Petunia The Gardener`s Daughter
Elvis Presley - Petunia The Gardener`s Daughter слова песни
I`ve gotta gal, oh what a palThe apple of my eyeWith something rare, a peach of a pearBut her dad won`t let us meet and I could dieI love Petunia the gardener`s 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 meI`m as daffy as a daffodilI long to kiss her all the timeTonight I`ll steal into her gardenAnd make Petunia`s two lips mine(I`ve got a beau, I love him soThe apple of my eyeWith something rare, a peach of a pearBut my dad won`t let us meet and I could die)And we could dieI love Petunia the gardener`s 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(He`s as daffy as a daffodilHe loves to kiss me all the time)Tonight I`ll steal into her gardenAnd make Petunia`s two lips mineShe makes other girls look just like weeds(I`m gonna be his clinging vine)Tonight I`ll steal into her gardenAnd make Petunia`s two lips(My ever loving two lips)Make Petunia`s two lips mine