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? [bad word] 
These apples are delicious!
«As a matter of fact they are,» she said
Can all this [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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?