[SEYMOUR, spoken]
Ah Twoey, Twoey, I don't know what else to do for ya. Mr. Mushnik and Audrey, they just met ya, but I've been going through this for weeks. Grow and wilt, spurt and flock. Are you sickly, little plant or are you just stubborn? What is it you want? What is it you need?

(sung)
I've given you sunshine
I've given you dirt
You've given me nothing
But heartache and hurt
I'm beggin' you sweetly
I'm down on my knees
Oh, please grow for me

I've given you plant food
And water to sip
I've given you potash
You've given me zip
Oh God, how I mist you
Oh pod, how you tease
Now, please grow for me

I've given you southern exposure
To get you to thrive
I've pinched you back hard
Like I'm s'posed ta
You're barely alive
I've tried you at levels of moisture
From desert to mud
I've given you grow-lights
And mineral supplements
What do you want from me, blood?
(spoken)
Ow, damn roses! Damn thorns! Clumsy me
Hey Twoey, look what happened. Hey you opened up. I wonder what made you do that. I think I know what made you do that. Well, I guess a few drops wouldn't hurt, long as you don't make a habit out of it or anything

(sung)
I've given you sunlight
I've given you rain
Looks like you're not happy
'Less I open a vein
I'll give you a few drops
If that'll appease
Now please, oh please - ouch- grow for me