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...
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Daffodils
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Charlene Soraia |