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I've gotta gal oh what a pal.
The apple of my e ye.
We're something rare a peach of a p ear.
B ut her dad won't let us meet.
And I could d ie..
I lov e Petu nia the gardener's d aughter.
O h how that gal can k iss.
Her e yes are blue as bluebells.
Each cheek a rose to s ee.
How I d ance when she plants her t wo lips on me.
I 'm as daffy as a daffod il.
I l ong to kiss her all the t ime.
T onight I'll st eal into her g arden.
And m ake Petunia's t wo lips mi ne.
Eileen: I 've got a b eau I love him so.
Eileen: The a pple of my e ye.
Eileen: We're something rare a peach of a pear.
Eileen: But my d ad won't let us meet and I could d ie.
Elvis and Eileen: A nd we could die.
I lov e Petu nia the gardener's d aughter.
O h how that gal can kiss.
Eileen: My e yes are blue as bluebells.
Eileen: Each c heek a rose to s ee.
H ow I dance when she plants her t wo lips on me.
Eileen: H e's as stealthy as a d affodil.
Eileen: He l oves to kiss me all the t ime.
T onight I'll st eal into her g arden.
And m ake Petunia's t wo lips mine..
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S he makes other girls look j ust like weeds.
Eileen: I W anna see his clinging v ine.
T onight I'll st eal into her g arden.
And m ake Petunia's t wo lips..
Eileen: My e ver loving t wo lips..
Make P etunia's t wo lips m ine. ..