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