And you go into, they are, relationships with each other
You realize it all hangs together
That everything outside the universe is a system of balances 
Where you couldnt have really any form of life 
Without the others going on too
I want a boyfriend
But I just keep hitting dead ends
Try to take a shortcut, but I get cut again and again
I want a boyfriend
Tell me, are there any good ones left?
I keep finding wrong ones, but I want love again and again 
Again and again
I been up all night
Pretty restlessly
Think I might know why 
Ive been doing just fine
Pretty restlessly
Think I might know why 
I want a boyfriend
But I just keep hitting dead ends
Try to take a shortcut, but I get cut again and again 
I want a boyfriend
Tell me, are there any good ones left?
I keep finding wrong ones, but I want love again and again 
Again and again 
Again and again 
Again and again 
So theyre constantly being pruned
By various kinds of enemy species
And what is, when youve got down there?
And you suppose you identified yourself with a certain plant
You would thoroughly object to, if you were a lettuce, to the snails eating you