French Poppies
Strong, fragile, a little wild, a lot red, they dance with the wind. Oh la la, les French poppies.
Poppies in the wind, dancing free, / Red and wild, like they’re teasing me.
Lyrics
[verse] My favorite flower’s a French poppy, So strong, so fragile, like my morning coffee, Driving by those wild fields, oh gee, To pick or not to pick, a poppy quandary. [chorus] Poppies in the wind, dancing free, Red and wild, like they’re teasing me, Leave ’em be or take ’em home? Poppy thoughts while I roam. [verse 2] Douleur exquise, fancy word play, Wanting is loving, at least for today, Pray for peace, love, and poppies too, Life’s a trip, who knew? [chorus] Poppies in the wind, dancing free, Red and wild, like they’re teasing me, Leave ’em be or take ’em home? Poppy thoughts while I roam. [outro] [instrumental: guitar and violin, fading out] Whispers in the breeze, poppies tease, Laughing in the fields, at my ease.
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