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 have kissed your face
I should've explored all the places, ooh my
How you seem to make me shy
Ooh, 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
T'was another lovely evening again last night
Honestly did I not oblige to your every whim
Seen as I was beholden?

Ooh, my
How you seem to make me shy
Ooh, and every time, ooh, every time, ooh, every time you kiss me on the lips
I think of how I could get used to this