Prettier than Sistine gospel, baby, it is pristine
Corner store for liquor, smoke, and caffeine
I just wanna see you in your dancing shoes
Turn me at the hip when I'm in my blues
"Humid as a greenhouse," you say, spinning in a green blouse
Screaming, crying, maybe I was dreaming
I just wanna see you in the morning light
I just wanna feel you when the moment's right
Won't you nail me to our bed?
Paint my nails, kiss my forehead?
I offered her some red, she said it would go to my head
Spilled my drink on the carpet, I'm buying bleach from the market
I offered her some red, she said it would go to my head
Oh-woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh, woah-oh, oh, oh, woah
It don't seem real, my wild daffodil
And sweet orange peel, my wild daffodil
And I will paint you in gold leaf
Stay right there, baby, don't leave
I offered her some wine, she said that would be just fine
And I sing to the ceiling, like I'm caught in a feeling
Offered her some wine, she said that would be just fine
Oh-woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh, woah-oh, oh, oh, woah
It don't seem real, my wild daffodil
And sweet orange peel, my wild daffodil
And it goes through my bloodline
It don't grow on no vine
So I'll take yours
And you'll take mine
And it don't seem real, my wild daffodil
And sweet orange peel, my wild daffodil
