The Garden

It’s funny how it started
I was not a loser
Pull my finger round my block
With thoughts to go down the drain
I knew that it was trouble
To try and leave this world behind
I’m not asking, I’m just giving
Take me to the parlor
My love is in the garden
Oh take me to the parlor
My love is in the garden
Wait for me to dance straight
I am not the answer
I am merely only questioning
The way that I grew up
I’m not an angel, I’m just not waiting for
Time to do a change
My mind to rearrange
So take me to the parlor
My love is in the garden
Oh take me to the parlor
My love is in the garden
Is in the garden, is in the garden
Is in the garden, is in the garden
My love is in the garden
Is in the garden, is in the garden
My love, my love
My love, my love