| Barenaked Ladies |
| Miscellaneous |
| Words &Music By Steven Page |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| 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! |