Sorry for the setbacknI know I let it downnTurn back the clocks and step backnAnd spring might come outnnMy little miss forgottennYou're quite a stubborn budnIf we cant make you opennWe will take it out in bloodnnWe'll make a man out of you yetnWe will plant brambles in your bednJust close your eyes and count to tennThis is as good as it will getnnAnd there's our little willow weepingnA flutter to your kneesnThey hung two things before menOh the possibilitiesnnThank you for the warningnBut I still see the sunnA little global warmingnNever hurt no onennWe'll make a man out of you yetnA crown of thorns around your headnGet off your knees and have a looknThis is as good as it will getnnAt last my little flowernIs getting getting put to usenYou've always been a failurenBut now you're bearing strange new fruit nnThe insides are all uselessnBut the rest is fertile soilnI'll take the belt from off the hooknAnd watch the garden grownnWe'll make a man out of you yetnYou won't know what will hit you nextnThe gardener's coming to collectnYou wanted love that's what you'll getnnThe gardener's coming to collectnThe gardener's coming to collectnThe gardener's coming to collectnThe gardener's coming to collect