Petunia The Gardeners Daughter — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)

Ive gotta gal, oh what a pal

The apple of my eye

With something rare, a peach of a pear

But her dad wont let us meet and I could die



I love petunia the gardeners daughter

Oooh 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

Im as daffy as a daffodil

I long to kiss her all the time

Tonight Ill steal into her garden

And make petunias two lips mine



(Ive got a beau, I love him so

The apple of my eye

With something rare, a peach of a pear

But my dad wont let us meet and I could die)



And we could die



I love petunia the gardeners daughter

Oooh 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



(hes as daffy as a daffodil

He loves to kiss me all the time)

Tonight Ill steal into her garden

And make petunias two lips mine



She makes other girls look just like weeds

(Im gonna be his clinging vine)

Tonight Ill steal into her garden

And make petunias two lips

(my ever loving two lips)

Make petunias two lips mine