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Oh Saint Daisy was a sweet little thing
Had a telephone smile
You could hear it ring had a paper heart
You could sign your name
But once the ink spilled She was never the same
Sweet tea summer and the eyes of greed
Hands getting used to taking what they need
All the telephone poles started melting in the heat
Now they don't call home no more
Ain't it a shame
I guess that pretty little flower is to blame
Should have known the way
The world likes to deal with a weed
Jack in a box and Jack on a spring
Jack knew love didn't mean a thing
Had her number dialed and her wilds tamed
Till she couldn't even recognize the pain
Just another notch to cut in the belt
A man made more by the lies he'd tell
Oh his spring got loose started cutting free
And Daisy got caught where she shouldn't be
Ain't it a shame
I guess that pretty little flower is to blame
Should have known the way
The world likes to deal with a weed
But Daisy came around 'cause her roots were strong
Said Jack I've been loving you for far too long to
Give up now no I won't leave you behind
She took his box and his spring and she left him his mind
Buried his box where the roots don't grow
Threw his spring into the water's source
And ever since then everybody knows
That the daisies run wild by the spring
It ain't no shame
They buried the one who's to blame
He should have known the way
The world likes to deal with a weed
Dig a little deeper
Oh you dig a little deeper
Oh you dig a little deeper and Jack springs up
Dig a little deeper
Oh you dig a little deeper
Oh you dig a little deeper and Jack's in a box