Petunia, the Gardener's Daughter

I've gotta gal; oh, what a pal

The apple of my eye

We're something rare, a peach of a pair

But her dad won't let us meet and I could die

I love Petunia the gardener's daughter

Oh, 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

I'm as daffy as a daffodil

I long to kiss her all the time

Tonight I'll steal into her garden

And make Petunia's two lips mine

(I've got a beau; I love him so

The apple of my eye

We're something rare, a peach of a pair

But my dad won't let us meet and I could die)

And we could die

I love Petunia the gardener's daughter

Oh, 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

(He's as daffy as a daffodil

He loves to kiss me all the time)

Tonight I'll steal into her garden

And make Petunia's two lips mine

She makes other girls look just like weeds

(I wanna be his clinging vine)

Tonight I'll steal into her garden

And make Petunia's two lips

(My ever loving two lips)

Make Petunia's two lips mine