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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
Chorus
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!
Chorus
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Lyrics: Barenaked Ladies
