| She’s fresh as a daisy all of the time
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| Sweet smelling like a lilac too
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| But in the garden of love
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| I wanna tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new
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| Her lips are like the rose of (fairyland) (?)
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| Forgot me not eyes deep blue
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| But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new
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| She’s my lily of the valley with the rare perfume
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| Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
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| Her sunflower smile in something to see
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| And her tulips are much too much for me
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| She’s sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
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| As pure as the violet too
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| But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new
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| She’s my lily of the valley with the rare perfume
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| Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
|
| Her sunflower smile in something to see
|
| And her tulips are much too much for me
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| She’s sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
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| As pure as the violet too
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| But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new
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| She’s sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
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| As pure as the violet too
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| But in the garden of love I wanna tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new
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| But in the garden of love I want to tell you
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| She’s something wild wild wild and new |