Picture us in a garden of flowers, sunflowers swinging in the sun.
A secret garden in a white dress, from a tire swing you swung.
Grab your feet and then release wielding you to the blue sky above,
Won't you please just let me push you here, forever on.
Forever on.
Christopher you needn't be so mean, its not just you.
And at your knees I ask you please sing me a tune.
Though your walls are made of brick and stone, I know the truth.
So say what you want or what you will, I'm betting you love me too.
You love me too.