Wild wine is good for the flowers
Me and Petunia, passing the hours in bed
Where the morning light is so blinding
And I'm going blank in the head
Good God, that's a whole lot of Pinot
Light up Petunia, tell her that we know the count
Of the glasses of colours of grease
Oh, isn't that what the spring's all about?
Shed your coat
Lay the leopard skin on the floor
And make this our 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 slicking your hair back
Tonight in pain, you face it like it's made of wild roses
Wild wine is good for the flowers
Me and Petunia, you're only the power that keep them alive
In the heavenly showers
Of snowfall and sunshine
Not bad for a couple of Merkins
Jesus, Petunia, you're meeting my parents
I'm dancing in the bar like I'm not that embarrassed
When you leaving with another man
Watch you go
Though I try to convince you to stay
I should already know
That we aren't making an escape for our options are closed up forever
But when we're together, it's easy to lose focus
You put on a new dress tonight in pain
You face it like it's made of wild roses
What you're doing tonight
Only her decided for it
You can touch other guys
If I seem too mad, ignore it
What we had in the club
I'm probably too drugged to notice
How you sit from in between
The bookcase of paling roses
Watch down wild roses
Wild roses
Wild roses
Wild roses
Drowned all the orchids in brandy
Called up Petunia, she can understand me in these darkened nights
I should have had shandy or something a little less dry
But wild wine is good for the flowers
And me and Petunia are a couple of cowards in buttercups drinking
But you're so sour, we can't help but poke her up