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, and baby   I want to prune your bush, and baby   I want to marry you, and baby   I want to carry you