Anchor in the shaky ground
Ill make you chase me all around
Before I string you up upon the flagpole
Love is not a playful thing
Unless I have you on a string
Now you see the way
Now you see the way
Now you see the way we catch the tadpole
When the tad is turning green
Makes the other froggies seem
To be another lilypad to dream on
Please my love do not be cross
If the stream should turn and toss
Your feet could barely reach
Your feet could barely reach
Your feet could barely reach a rock to lean on
Throw your rocks and sticks and pebble stones
Find your weapons aim them at my bones
Im still here if youre needing something to destroy so
Hate me hate me oh boy
Hate me hate me oh boy
Hate me hate me oh boy
Wild things you can not own
Well they can always change their tone
Without the little tadpole ever knowing
How the currents come and go
The waters turn from hot to cold
Depending on the way
Depending on the way
Depending on the way the wind is blowing
Throw your rocks and sticks and pebble stones
Find your weapons aim them at my bones
Im still here if youre needing something to destroy so
Hate me hate me oh boy
Hate me hate me oh boy
Hate me hate me oh boy
Oh boy
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