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Barenaked Ladies

These Apples A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs,
I’ve never been good with plants
Next presentation, a new dictionary
She circled the word "romance"

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 too far too far
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my gramma,
You get what my meanings are


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?
Will I ever tire?


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