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