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´d circled the word "romance"

So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic
I shaved her name in my head
And 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 phonebook
I´ve never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethebridge
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 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?