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