Better Be Careful

I better be careful what I ask for, cause' I been askin' for an awful lot & baby I better be careful what I look for, cause' I been lookin for an awful lot & baby I want to trim your leaves & baby I want to prune your bush & baby I want to marry you & 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 & so I reach deep inside your garden. I wake up & I scream, "Man it must've been a dream", but there's no one there to hear me

I better be careful what I ask for, cause' I been askin' for an awful lot & baby I better be careful what I look for, cause' I been lookin for an awful lot & baby I want to trim your leaves & baby I want to prune your bush & baby I want to marry you & baby I want to carry you.

Upside down on the flat horizon, belly to the sky got tears in my eyes. With a voice just like an angel, sweet as maple syrup, you can ride me like like a horse, put your foot inside my stirrups, I'll be there to help you up. And we can ride down a long stretch of highway, moonin' 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 man & no one there to bore us.

I'll build us a house & I'll make it out of toothpicks, plastic wood & anything I can touch. A white picket fence with a two car garage & a five band radio & toothpick dogs, 'cause you know I'm allergic

I better be careful what I ask for, cause' I been askin' for an awful lot & baby I better be careful what I look for, cause' I been lookin for an awful lot & baby I want to trim your leaves & baby I want to prune your bush & baby I want to marry you & baby I want to carry you.

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