Her next presentation, a new dictionary
And wondered if it still went by rail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near lethebridge
These apples are delicious
Need more be said
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
You get what my meanings are
She'd circled the word "Romance"
Can all this fruit be free?
I've never been frightened of being enlightened
I shaved her name in my head
These apples are delicious
And as she beheld it, she said, "I misspelled it"
Falling in love, catching fire, I wanna be consumed
I've never been big on mail
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
I'm not tryin' to sing a love song, I'm tryin' to sing in tune
But some things can go too far
I know I am sometimes headstrong
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic
Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire, will I ever tire?
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar
She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book
These apples are delicious
Can all this fruit be free?
