Petunia, the Gardener’s Daughter Elvis Presley

[Verse 1: Elvis Presley]
I've gotta gal, oh what a pal
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But her dad won't let us meet and I could die

[Verse 2: Elvis Presley & Donna Douglas]
I love Petunia, the gardener's daughter
Oh, how that gal can kiss
Her eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek a rose to see
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me
I'm as daffy as a daffodil
I long to kiss her all the time
Tonight I'll steal into her garden
And make Petunia's two lips mine

[Verse 3: Elvis Presley & Donna Douglas]
I've got a beau, I love him so
The apple of my eye
With something rare, a peach of a pear
But my dad won't let us meet and I could die
And we could die

[Verse 4: Elvis Presley & Donna Douglas]
I love Petunia, the gardener's daughter
Oh, how that gal can kiss
My eyes are blue as bluebells
Each cheek a rose to see
How I dance when she plants her two lips on me