Garden Of Love – Gene Pitney

She’s fresh as a daisy all of time
She’s smelling like a lilac too
But in the garden of love I wanna tell ya
She something wild, wild, wild and new

Her lips are like a rose a fiery red
Forget-me-not eyes deep blue
But in the garden of love I wanna tell ya
She’s something wild, wild, wild and new

She’s my lily of the valley with a rare perfume
Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
Her sunflower smile is something to see
And her two lips are much too much for me

But she’s as sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
As pure as the violet too
But in the garden of love I wanna tell ya
She’s something wild, wild, wild and new

She’s my lily of the valley with a rare perfume
Got the beauty of an orchid in full bloom
Her sunflower smile is something to see
And her two lips are much too much for me

But she’s as sweet as the apple blossom is to the bee
As pure as the violet too
But in the garden of love I wanna tell ya
She’s something wild, wild, wild and new
But in the garden of love I wanna tell ya
She’s something wild, wild, wild and new
But in the garden of love…