Lily Pad on Your Doorstep
I see you in the morning
I see you acting strange
There's something wrong
I know it, I just know it
There's something wrong
I know it, I just know it
A lily pad on your doorstep
And a big smile on your face
You kissed a frog
I know it, I just know it
You kissed a frog
I know it, I just know it
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I been trying to fuck that frog all summer
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I'm so proud of ya, baby
A tadpole in the cradle
I see he's got your eyes
I wish you well
You did it, yes, you did it
I wish you well
You did it, yes, you did it
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I been trying to fuck that frog all summer
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I'm so proud of ya, baby
You're my dream girl from paradise
The sun and my moon
The stars in the sky
Always looking down from the swamp above
He's eating some flies
But he's giving you love
They say it's gotta be
That I set you free
And if it's true love
You'll return to me
Like the leaves in the trees
And the birds and the bees
In the breeze are the seeds of our fantasies
Lily pad on your doorstep
(hahahahahaha)
(hahahahaahah)
I see you acting strange
There's something wrong
I know it, I just know it
There's something wrong
I know it, I just know it
A lily pad on your doorstep
And a big smile on your face
You kissed a frog
I know it, I just know it
You kissed a frog
I know it, I just know it
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I been trying to fuck that frog all summer
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I'm so proud of ya, baby
A tadpole in the cradle
I see he's got your eyes
I wish you well
You did it, yes, you did it
I wish you well
You did it, yes, you did it
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I been trying to fuck that frog all summer
And I'm not mad, I'm just proud
I'm so proud of ya, baby
You're my dream girl from paradise
The sun and my moon
The stars in the sky
Always looking down from the swamp above
He's eating some flies
But he's giving you love
They say it's gotta be
That I set you free
And if it's true love
You'll return to me
Like the leaves in the trees
And the birds and the bees
In the breeze are the seeds of our fantasies
Lily pad on your doorstep
(hahahahahaha)
(hahahahaahah)
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Robert Rust, Michael Daniel Cassady
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