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...