Sorry for the set back I know I let it down Turn back the clocks and step back And spring might come around Ah oh oh oh… My littleness begotten Your quite a stubborn bird If we cant make it open We will take it out in blood We’ll make a man out of you yet We will plant rambulls in your bed Just close your eyes and count to ten This is as good as it will get Ah oh oh oh… Oh as our little (little) willow (willow) wheeping Fluttered to your knees The untilt things before me Oh the possabililtys Ah oh oh oh oh oh….. Thank you for the warrning But I still see the sun A little global warming Never hurt no one We’ll make a man out of you yet A crown of thorns around your head Get off your knees and have a look This is as good as it will get Ah oh oh oh oh….. At last my little flower Is getting put to use You’ve always been a failure But now your bearing strange new fruit Ah oh oh oh…. The insides are all useless But the rest is fertal soil I’ll take the belt from off the hook And watch the garden grow I’ll make a man out of you yet You won’t know what will hit you next The Gardners coming to collect You wanted love that’s what you’ll get The Gardeners coming to collect The Gardeners coming to collect The Gardeners coming to collect The Gardeners coming to collect The Gardeners coming to collect |
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