Wiggle away from the weasels of the mind
Fiddle around with the pieces and decide
I guess I'll try to find a sign
Quivers and shivers and squibbles and squabbles
Pedagogical models now in kombucha bottles
Sit to stand
Not the plan
How can it be I love all those around me?
How sweet it seems to believe
How can it be I'm loved by those who've found me?
How fine it feels to be seen
I'm not growing on my own
I'm not growing all alone
I'm not growing on my own
I'm not growing all alone
How can it be I love all those around me?
How sweet it seems to believe
How can it be I'm loved by those who've found me?
How fine it feels to be seen
Who loves you, baby?
Who loves you, baby?
Who loves you, baby?
Who loves you, baby?