Oh, Saint Daisy was a sweet little thing Had a telephone smile, you could hear it ring Had a paper heart, you could sign your name Once the ink spilled she was never the same
Sweet tea summer and the eyes of greed Hands getting used to taking what they need All the telephone poles started melting in the heat Now they don't call home no more
Ain't it a shame I guess that pretty little flower is to blame Should have known the way The world likes to deal with a weed
Jack in a box and Jack on a spring Jack knew love didn't mean a thing Had her number dialled and her wilds tamed 'Till she couldn't even recognise the pain
Just another notch to cut in a belt A man made more by the lies he'd tell Oh, his spring got loose, started cutting free And Daisy got caught where she shouldn't be
Ain't it a shame I guess that pretty little flower is to blame Should have known the way The world likes to deal with a weed
But Daisy came around cause her roots were strong Said, "Jack, I've been loving you for far too long To give up now, no I won't leave you behind." She took his box and his spring and she left him his mind
Buried his box where the roots don't grow Threw his spring into the water source And ever since then everybody knows That the daisies run wild by the spring
It ain't a shame They buried the one who's to blame He should've known the way The world likes to deal with a weed
Dig a little deeper Oh you dig a little deeper Oh you dig a little deeper And Jack springs up Dig a little deeper Oh you dig a little deeper Oh you dig a little deeper And Jack's in a boxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
