These Apples - Lyrics - Barenaked Ladies

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? Will I ever tire? These apples are delicious "As a matter of fact they are," she said Can all this fruit be free?