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