Butch Ross – Fly Around lyrics

I love to see my pretty little gal
standing in the door
stockings in her little hand
bare feet on the floor

fly around, my pretty little miss
fly around my daisy
fly around, my pretty little miss
almost drive me crazy

o, when I was a little-bitty boy
16 inches high
I used to hug and kiss them gals
until their moma's cried

fly around, my pretty little miss
fly around my daisy
fly around, my pretty little miss
almost drive me crazy

well Coffee grows in wide Oak trees
and rivers flow with brandy
in hills i lie with Gin to kiss my tongue
as sweet as candy

fly around, my pretty little miss
fly around my daisy
fly around, my pretty little miss
almost drive me crazy