[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
He'll be young forever if he keeps this up...
So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up
The heart is a secret garden
To which there are no short cuts
[Verse 2]
Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;
For the serious young man now is always too soon
The heart is a secret garden
The head is a darkened room
[Bridge]
Close your eyes...
How does it feel to be in love?
Much too difficult, you shove
Green fingers into gloves
Green fingers into gloves
[Verse 3]
Get those fingers dirty –
Now you're getting warm;
Blood those hands with passion
Turn your face to the storm
The heart is a bed of roses
The heart is a bed of thorns
[Verse 1]
He'll be young forever if he keeps this up...
So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up
The heart is a secret garden
To which there are no short cuts
[Verse 2]
Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;
For the serious young man now is always too soon
The heart is a secret garden
The head is a darkened room
[Bridge]
Close your eyes...
How does it feel to be in love?
Much too difficult, you shove
Green fingers into gloves
Green fingers into gloves
[Verse 3]
Get those fingers dirty –
Now you're getting warm;
Blood those hands with passion
Turn your face to the storm
The heart is a bed of roses
The heart is a bed of thorns
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