I was asking Alexandra, I've been begging Berenice
And I counted on Cecille till Doris opened doors for me
She said: “Boy, you're such a mess, you only want what you can't get
And you're still complaining in your cuckoo's nest
What a lie to say you're worried when in fact you're terrified
That the words that you are singing and then saying aren't quite right
You're separating wings, your preparation never brings
You to the end or the beginning of a thing
You've got a garden full of flowers
And your father loves his son and you're taking it for
Granted that you're spared from
The damage being done - you gotta love it as it comes!
Love, love, love it as it comes!
You gotta love it as it comes.”
I felt offended, I felt weak, but I began to understand
I found a view and then found peace in front of Doris' door again
The peace was so eclectic and the view, it was so plain
I noticed after all they're all the same
I've got a garden full of flowers
I'm my father's only son and I've taken it for
Granted that I'm spared from
Some damage being done - I gotta love it as it comes
Love, love, love it as it comes
To warm my heart and fill my lungs
Love, love, love it as it comes
With piping pipes and drumming drums
Love, love, love it as it comes