Sorry for the setback I know I let it down Turn back the clocks and step back And spring might come around My little misbegotten You're quite a stubborn bud If we can't make you open We will take it out in blood We'll make a man out of you yet We will plant brambles in your bed Just close your eyes and count to ten This is as good as it will get Always a little willow, willow weeping Flutter to your knees The untiled things before me Oh, the possibilities Thank you for the warning 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 At last my little flower Is getting put to use You've always been a failure But now you're bearing strange new fruit The insides are all useless But the rest is fertile so I will take the belt from off the hook And watch the garden grow We'll make a man out of you yet You won't know what will hit you next The gardener's coming to collect You wanted love, that's what you get The gardener's coming to collect The gardener's coming to collect The gardener's coming to collect The gardener's coming to collect The gardener's coming to collect © EIGHT FOOT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com