Florida

I never thought I was the only one I never had a setting in the sun My dancing baby was a sleeping gun You had a hand and it was loneliness When all I wanted was you Oh, you The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around The real deep down you is the whole universe You are something the whole universe is doing) In the same way that a wave Is something that the whole ocean is doing I never thought I was a special case I mean, I know I'm cruel in many ways It's just I love you like an only son And if I had a man in Hollywood And all I wanted was you And all you wanted was me And all I wanted was you And all you wanted was me This world is a great wiggly affair The clouds are wiggling The waters are wiggling The clouds are wiggling, bouncing People But people always try to straighten things out You see, we live in a rectangular box, all the time Everything is straightened out Wherever you look around in nature You find things often straightened out) They're always trying to put things in boxes Those boxes are classified Words are made from some boxes But the real world is wiggly, if you can believe it Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud How much wiggle is a wiggle? Well, you have to draw the line somewhere) So people come to sorts of agreements About, uh, how much of a wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing One wiggle always reduce any one wiggle into sub wiggles Or see it as a subordinate wiggle in a bigger wiggle But there's no real fixed rule about it