Garden of love
        1962 (G. Pitney)


        She's fresh as a daisy all of the time
        Sweet smelling like a lilac too
        But in the garden of love
        I wanna tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new
        Her lips are like the rose of (fairyland) (?)
        Forgot me not eyes deep blue
        But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new

        She's my lily of the valley with the rare perfume
        Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
        Her sunflower smile in something to see
        And her tulips are much too much for me

        She's sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
        As pure as the violet too
        But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new

        She's my lily of the valley with the rare perfume
        Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
        Her sunflower smile in something to see
        And her tulips are much too much for me

        She's sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
        As pure as the violet too
        But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new

        She's sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
        As pure as the violet too
        But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new

        But in the garden of love I want to tell you
        She's something wild wild wild and new



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