Daffodil

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