Thinking of younAll through the morningnI'm thinking of younAll through the eveningnI'm thinking of younAnd the way that your holy water grewnnI met a girl under the waternIt made me recall how I wanted a daughternBut you never gave me nothing that I could hold on tonnBut I wrote you letters by the phonenAnd I wrote you every night alonenBut who are you walking around withnButtercupnnHe was my lordnAnd I was his ladynBut I soon grew tired of the lazy daysnWhen I moved away and I thought of him oftennHe came to me nights in my rose colored dreamsnnThinking of younAll through the morningnI'm thinking of younAll through the eveningnI'm thinking of younAnd the way that your holy water grewnnBut I wrote you letters by the phonenAnd I wrote you every night alonenBut who are you walking around withnButtercup