Always covered mouth

Self-consciously drawn out

You're everything I like

Like a god spun you up

From his very own mind

To be mine

Oh, to be mine

Seems oh-so out of line

Somebody so fine

And I can only speak

In tongues which touch tequila

The conversation weakens

But you still want to keep it

Somebody so pretty

Could only have the name of a flower

And a flower so pretty

Want to remember, oh

Someone so pretty

Could only have the name of a flower

A flower so pretty

Want to remember