Words & Music by Ed Robertson
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A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs
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But I've never been good with plants
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Her next presentation, a new dictionary
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She'd circled the word "romance"
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So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic
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I shaved her name in my head
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And as she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;
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Need more be said!
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Chorus:
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These apples are delicious!
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"As a matter of fact they are," she said
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Can all this fruit be free?
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She wrote me a letter as big as a phonebook
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I've never been big on mail
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I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethebridge
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And wondered if it still went by rail
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I've never been frightened of being enlightened
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But some things can go too far
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Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar,
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You get what my meanings are
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Chorus
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I'm not trying to sing a love song -- I'm trying to sing in tune.
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I know I am sometimes headstrong
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Falling love, catching fire -- I want to be consumed
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Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire!
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Chorus
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Words & Music by Steven Page
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| Barenaked Ladies |
