Thinking back to last I saw you
I remember that look in your eyes
The air around you felt so green

Sweeten me as you would lemonade
Of all the things that you came here to drink
Citrus juice is not the only thing
Bitterly living inside my veins
I’ll hand feed you apricot
Your tongue lingers as our hands touch

How did you think I’d react
Your hands running down my back

You’re a pear
Pulp lines my tongue as juice slides down my arm to dirt
Your pulp lines my tongue

I’ll hand feed you Apricot
Your tongue lingers as our hands touch

The Bobby Pins in your hair, I’m gonna mess them up real good
You’re a honey Bee drinking from citrus flowers
Sweet honey bee
You don’t know what you do to me
No no