Venus loved Daphne and so did Apollo
So why can't I make myself like a tree?
Why must I burn daily and nightly
When nobody's running well, not after me
Must I wait, must I pray
For something good to come my way?
Oh, Daphne was stupid, oh, how could she do it?
How could she turn a prince from her door?
'Cause if you came calling, boy, I'd let you in
But you don't come calling, not anymore
So I wait and I grow old
When I'm dead, then you'll know
Do you know?
Writer(s): Nerina Natasha Georgina Pallot
Copyright: Chrysalis Music Ltd.
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