White wine is good for the flowers
Me and Petunia, passing the hours
In bed, where the morning light is so blinding
That I’m going blank in the head
Good god, that’s a whole lot of Pinot
Lie to Petunia, tell her that we know
The count of the glasses, or colors of grigio
Isn’t that what the spring’s all about?
Shed your coat
Lay the leopard skin on the floor
And make this a home
We can leave our boots by the door
‘Cause we know that it won’t last forever
But when we’re together
It’s easy to lose focus
You’re slicking your hair back tonight
And paint your face like
It’s made of wild roses
White wine is good for the flowers
Me and Petunia do all in our power
To keep them alive in the heavenly showers
Of snowfall and sunshine
We’re not bad for a couple Americans
Jesus, Petunia you’re meeting my parents
I dance in the bar like I’m not that embarrassed
When you’re leaving with another man
Watch you go
Though I try to convince you to stay
I should already know
That we oughta make an escape
‘Fore our options are closed up forever
But when we’re together
It’s easy to lose focus
You put on a new dress tonight
And paint your face like
It’s made of wild roses
Whatcha doin’ tonight
On the other side of Florence?
You can touch other guys
If I seem to mind, ignore it
When we’re out in the club
I’m probably too drunk to notice
How you sip chardonnay
Between the bouquets
Of pale ambrosia
Washed out wild roses
Wild roses (ooh)
Wild roses (ooh)
Wild roses (ooh)
Drowned all the orchids in brandy
Called up Petunia, she can’t understand me
And neither can I, I should’ve had shandy
Or something a little less dry
But white wine is good for the flowers
And me and Petunia are a couple of cowards
Or buttercups drinking juice so sour
We can’t help but pucker up
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Jack Van Cleaf Lyrics – Wild Roses