The Garden

It's funny how it started

I was not a loser

Pull my finger round my block

With thoughts to go down the drain

I knew that it was trouble

To try and leave this world behind

I'm not asking, I'm just giving

Take me to the parlor

My love is in the garden

Oh take me to the parlor

My love is in the garden

Wait for me to dance straight

I am not the answer

I am merely only questioning

The way that I grew up

I'm not an angel, I'm just not waiting for

Time to do a change

My mind to rearrange

So take me to the parlor

My love is in the garden

Oh take me to the parlor

My love is in the garden

Is in the garden, is in the garden

Is in the garden, is in the garden

My love is in the garden

Is in the garden, is in the garden

My love, my love

My love, my love