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Better Be Careful by Rugburnsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Better Be Careful by Rugburns

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

Writer : STEVE POLTZ
Copyright : Lyrics © BMG GOLD SONGS OBO SIX PALMS MUSIC