Donna

Woke up in the arms of my donna

A fairytale blessed by the queen

And later a tea for my Donna

A cake and whatever they need

Raisins and lager they scream

A daffodil laced with a dream

You get your high somewhere there other

Where the lights and the operas are free

A polka dot dress for my donna

It fits me so well they agree

And three six foot guests for my Donna

They're here for the cake and the tea

Raising their cups for a toast

Donna spins round like a ghost

Nobody sings joy, not 'round here

So Donna presents us a joke

Three ladles of hot soup and love in the air,

could it be someone's old life

Woke up in the arms of my donna

A fairytale blessed by the queen

And later a tea for my Donna

A cake and whatever they need

If they need me...