| Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, bulbs grow
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| In my ladies' garden
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| Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm sun-fingers wave
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| In my ladies' garden
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| Flowers dance, their faces brave
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| Come talk freely in the garden of my lady
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| Her hominy smile, her hominy snatch
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| Only a crow would peck and a chicken would scratch
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| Her lips turned up to kiss
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| I see ya, Phoebe, baby, in your bonnet
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| With the sunset written on it
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| In the shadow of a tree curled around her knee in color
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| And just behind ya was the sea of negativity
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| Tinklin' like mercury in the wind
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| Her feet kept by the ground, her toes bare brown
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| Her carriage, she’d abandoned like a hand-me-down
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| She walked back into nature, a queen uncrowned
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| She had just recognized herself to be an heir to the throne
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| Her garden gate swings lightly without weight
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| Open to most anyone that needs a little freedom
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| For God’s sake, oh, come as many as you can
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| In dark or light you’re free to grow as flowers
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| Share her throne and use her toothbrush
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| And spend some interesting hours |