Thinking of You

Thinking of you

All through the morning

I'm thinking of you

All through the evening

I'm thinking of you

And the way that your holy water grew

I met a girl under the water

It made me recall how I wanted a daughter

But you never gave me nothing that I could hold on to

But I wrote you letters by the phone

And I wrote you every night alone

But who are you walking around with

Buttercup

He was my lord

And I was his lady

But I soon grew tired of the lazy days

When I moved away and I thought of him often

He came to me nights in my rose colored dreams

Thinking of you

All through the morning

I'm thinking of you

All through the evening

I'm thinking of you

And the way that your holy water grew

But I wrote you letters by the phone

And I wrote you every night alone

But who are you walking around with

Buttercup