Donna

Woke up in the arms of my donna
A fairytale blessed by the queen
And later a tea for my Donna
A cake and whatever they need

Raisins and lager they scream
A daffodil laced with a dream
You get your high somewhere there other
Where the lights and the operas are free

A polka dot dress for my donna
It fits me so well they agree
And three six foot guests for my Donna
They're here for the cake and the tea

Raising their cups for a toast
Donna spins round like a ghost
Nobody sings joy, not 'round here
So Donna presents us a joke

Three ladles of hot soup and love in the air
Could it be someone's old life

Woke up in the arms of my donna
A fairytale blessed by the queen
And later a tea for my Donna
A cake and whatever they need

If they need me...