Sorry for the setback I know i let you 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 close as you will get... Oh is our little willow weeping? Flutter to your knees The untilled 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 pretty flower Is getting put to use You've always been a failure But now you're bearing strange new fruit... The inside is all wilted 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