These Apples - Barenaked Ladies

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

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 phone book

I’ve never been big on mail

I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethbridge

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 in 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?