These Apples - Live Grand Forks, ND 3-26-04

A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs
 I've never been good with plants
 Her next presentation, a new dictionary
 She 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 or 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?