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Strollin' past the Daffodils |
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I won't forget how it feels |
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To be lost in the maze. |
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Laying on the sunkissed patch |
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Of grass we found round the back |
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Of that palace garden place... |
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There wasn't a cloud in sight, |
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Nor people strolling by. |
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You held your hand in mine and I sighed, |
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For there was not much |
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To be found... in your eyes |
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Oh, of all the sights I've seen |
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Never knew it'd be you me and Buckley Bee |
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In the cool, warm shade. |
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And I should of kissed your face... |
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I should've explored all the places... |
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Ooo, oh my... |
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How you seem to make me shy... |
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Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips |
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I think of how I could get used to this. |
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Used to your kisses.... |
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So wakey, wakey, rise and shine... |
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So wakey, wakey, rise and shine, |
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T'was another lovely evening again last night |
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Honestly did I not blige to your every whim, |
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Seen as I was beholden? |
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Ooo, oh my... |
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How you seem to make me shy... |
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Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips |
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I think of how I could get used to this... |
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So wakey, wakey, rise and shine... |
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Ooo, oh my... |
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How you seem to make me shy... |
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Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips |
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I think of how I could get used to this... |
