A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs,
but i've never been good with plants.
her next presentation, a new dictionary,
she circled the word "romance".
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic,
i shaved her name in my head.
as she beheld it, she said i misspelled it;
need more be said?
These apples are delicious!
"as a matter of fact they are," she said
can all this fruit be free?
She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book,
i've never been big on mail.
i sent her a postcard from somewhere near lethbridge,
and wondered if it still went by rail.
I've never been frightened of being enlightened,
but some things can go too far.
though sometimes i stammer and mix up my grammar,
you get what my meanings are.
These apples are delicious!
"as a matter of fact they are," she said
can all this fruit be free?
I'm not trying to sing a love song - i'm trying to sing in tune.
i know i am sometimes headstrong,
falling in love, catching fire -- i want to be consumed.
wondering will i ever tire, will i ever tire?
These apples are delicious!
"as a matter of fact they are," she said
can all this fruit be free?