Daffodils - Charlene Soraia

Strolling past the daffodils

I won’t forget how it feels

To be lost in the 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

And 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’ve kissed your face

I should’ve explored all of the places

Ooo, oh my

How you seem to make me shy

Ooo, 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

'Twas another lovely evening again last night

Honestly, did I not oblige

To your every whim

Seen as I was beholden?

Ooo, oh my

How you seem to make me shy

Ooo, and every time

Ooo, and every time

Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips

I think of how I could get used to this…