And when she feeds the flowers Up they rise their pretty little heads And when she waters them They glow and smirk and smile in their beds And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and looking on And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and moving on And when she walks across the floorboards How they creak and ooze and moan(I want you) And when she walks across the floorboards They're so glad she's on her own And in a globe of frogs, we lie on sack and moving on? And in a globe of frogs, we lie on dark and saying "Mrs. Watson, all your children have been certified insane And I want you." And when the night comes down The houses close their doors and dream of her Their shuttered eyes are closed Inside their curtains wrap around her form And in a globe of frogs, we're linking tongues and moving on And in a globe of frogs, you know what's right, you know it "Mrs. Watson, you've been certified as good as gold And I want you Yeah, I want you." Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before? Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation in formation? And when she feeds the fish They flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond (I want you) And when she hands them things They all perk up and nibble on her thumb And in a globe of frogs, the moth unfurls its moistened wings And in a globe of frogs, a soul appears, the word made flesh