I better be careful what I ask for

'Cause I been asking for an awful lot, and baby

I better be careful what I look for

'Cause I been looking for an awful lot, and baby

I want to trim your leaves, and baby

I want to prune your bush, and baby

I want to marry you, and baby

I want to carry you



And so I drive all around this city

Trying to find something, but there's nothing on the radio

And so I reach deep inside your garden

Wake up and I scream and it must have been a dream

But there's no one there to hear me



I better be careful what I ask for

'Cause I been asking for an awful lot, and baby

I better be careful what I look for

'Cause I been looking for an awful lot, and baby

I want to trim your leaves, and baby

I want to prune your bush, and baby

I want to marry you, and baby

I want to carry you



Upside-down on a flat horizon

Belly to the sky, got tears in my eye

With a voice like an angel, sweet as maple syrup

You can ride me like a horse, put your foot inside my stirrup

I'll be there to help you up

And we can ride down a long stretch of highway

Mooning all the truckers 'till we end up on a dirt road

Naked to the gods in the middle of the forest

There'll be no one there to bug us and no one there to bore us



I'll build us a house and I'll make it out of toothpicks

Plastic wood and anything that I can touch

A white picket fence with a two car garage

Five band radio and toothpick dogs

'Cause you know that I'm allergic



I better be careful what I ask for

'Cause I been asking for an awful lot, and baby

I better be careful what I look for

'Cause I been looking for an awful lot, and baby

I want to trim your leaves, a