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