Words & music by ed robertson



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!



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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



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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!



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