Sorry for the setback   I know I let it down   Turn back the clocks and step back   And spring might come out      My little miss forgotten   You're quite a stubborn bud   If we cant 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      And there's our little willow weeping   A flutter to your knees   They hung two 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 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 soil   I'll 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'll 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