when we meet (!) in the middle of the street, i see her eye-openers shake with delight, as she's particularly crazy when i'm wearing a daisy, we're gonna do some disinfesting tonight!
because my baby loves dasies and I hate flies
no bugs or mosquitos, or burning burritos - just a couple of old-fashioned flies. armed with the latest newspaper or a brown sticky tape roll you won't see us with no dandelions -
because my baby loves dasies and I hate flies
and though she's wearing braces on the regular basis and I'm building a doomsday device we're plain mad this is true but what you're gonna do when my baby loves dasies and I:
my baby loves dasies and a little bit of Jesus my baby loves dasies and a little bit of Moses my baby loves dasies and sometimes the Rolling Stones, and I hate flies, and like apple pies.