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Petunia, the Gardener’s Daughter Songtext
von Elvis Presley

Petunia, the Gardener’s Daughter Songtext

I′ve gotta gal, oh, what a pal
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But her dad won't let us meet, and I could die

I love Petunia, the gardener′s daughter
Ooh, how that gal can kiss
Her eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek, a rose to see
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me

I'm as daffy as a daffodil
I long to kiss her all the time
Tonight, I'll steal into her garden
And make Petunia′s two lips mine


I′ve got a beau, I love him so
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But my dad won't let us meet, and I could die
And we could die

I love Petunia, the gardener′s daughter
Ooh, how that gal can kiss
My eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek, a rose to see
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me

He's as daffy as a daffodil
He loves to kiss me all the time
Tonight, I′ll steal into her garden
And make Petunia's two lips mine

She makes other girls look just like weeds
I wanna be his clingin′ vine
Tonight, I'll steal into her garden
And make Petunia's two lips
My ever loving two lips
Make Petunia′s two lips mine

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