Thinking of you all through the morning
I'm thinking of you all through the evening
I'm thinking of you and the way that your holy water grew

I met a girl under the water
It made me recall how I wanted a daughter
But you never gave me nothing that I could hold on to

But I wrote you letters by the phone
And I wrote you every night alone
But who are you walking around with?
Buttercup

He was my lord and I was his lady
But I soon grew tired of the lazy days
When I moved away and I thought of him often
He came to me nights in my rose-colored dreams

Thinking of you all through the morning
I'm thinking of you all through the evening
I'm thinking of you and the way that your holy water grew

But I wrote you letters by the phone
And I wrote you every night alone
But who are you walking around with?
Buttercup