| | | | | I've gotta gal oh what a pal. The apple of my eye. With something rare  a peach of a pear. But her dad won't let us meet. And I could die.. I love Petunia the gardener's daughter. Oh how that gal can kiss. Her eyes are blue as bluebells. Each cheek a rose to see. How I dance when she plants her two lips on me. I'm as daffy as a daffodil. I long to kiss her all the time. Tonight I'll steal into her garden. And make Petunia's two lips mine.             Eileen: I've got a beau I love him so. Eileen: The apple of my eye. Eileen: With something rare a peach of a pear. Eileen:  But my dad won't let us meet and I could die. Elvis and Eileen: And we could die. I love Petunia the gardener's daughter. Oh how that gal can kiss. Eileen: My eyes are blue as bluebells. Eileen: Each cheek a rose to see. How I dance when she plants her two lips on me. Eileen: He's as stealthy as a daffodil. Eileen: He loves to kiss me all the time. Tonight I'll steal into her garden. And make Petunia's two lips mine.. |  |  |  |  | |  |   |  |  | She makes other girls look just like weeds. Eileen: I Wanna see his clinging vine. Tonight I'll steal into her garden. And make Petunia's two lips..     Eileen: My ever loving two lips..     Make Petunia's two lips mine...