Burchfield Nines lyrics

Lady, when you love me I feel
Home-sweet-home inside of your Sublime
This Garden's sure to grow you know
Our love is just like Summertime
Parrots eye the fruit and we make love
Between the harpsichords and lutes?
Our greenlimbs intertwine, you know
Our love is just like Summertime

Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives locked together