The Botanist Lyrics

Girls growing quick enough

Meet mountains when they're sprouts

Wait till their daddies hear about

Girls cutting of their leaves

These girls calling flowers "trees"

Wait till your daddy hears about me

Will you take me—break me—as I am?

Will you stop and stare? Ooh

Here's a pretty play-thing that I

Can't understand

Boy, I'm a fickle weed

I sing when my mirror pleads

And it waits till my mother's voice is in me

'Cause God, I'm a masochist

I'd sing just to bite my lip

Wait till my mother hears

Me sing like this, oh

Will you take me—break me—as I am?

Will you stop and stare? Ooh

Here's a pretty play-thing that I

Can't understand

Girls growing, sputter spurt

Sneer at their dirty hurt

Wait till their daddies cut them down

And then

Will you take me—break me—as I am?

Will you stop and stare?

Here's a pretty play-thing that I

Can't understand

Oh

Will you take me—break me—as I am?

(Will you) stop and stare? Ooh

Here's a pretty play-thing that I

Can't understand

Here's a pretty play-thing that I

Can't understand