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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 |