Boss Madra - Gardener

I know in my mind she thought that I was rich
I know in her mind she thought that he was rich
I damn well know she thinks that she is fit
Her eyes did go wide as she looked at your face
You lucky lady
Was his idea not mine but was it your idea
You like them, then buy them, it's not my choice my dear
She looked at me thinking she knew what I was like
I bet he's the gardener, I sure tell the type
You lucky lady
Well maybe the gent can pay
Well maybe the gent can pay
Or maybe he won't
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady she said
You lucky lady
Well maybe the gent can pay
Well maybe the gent can pay
Or maybe he won't
The husband he said he was just the other day
She's looking at me like she thinks I'm gonna pay
Principles stop me and at half that price
Her eyes did go wide as she looked at your face
You lucky lady
Well maybe the gent can pay
Well maybe the gent can pay
Or maybe he won't

Written by:
Ian Stevens

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