I found your first draft in the trash of our bedroom
Goodbye and all that screw you, dear June
Yeah, there's a new dude, he's real cute, he is nothing like you
He rides a half pipe, sold his motorbike for Australian boots
He don't kiss me in the morning
He don't tuck me in at night
He don't know the things about me that endure despite
He's hot, and he's cool, he just isn't you
Oh, apples and oranges
Perfume or poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Look at them (apples)
To be truthful, it's been fruitful to live like a kid
He lives nowhere, gives a long star when I ask what gives
Then he sends me flowers, and the fucking's outta sight
I lie awake for hours, when will he treat me right?
He's hot, and he's cool, he just isn't you
Oh, apples and oranges
The perfume is a poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Oh, apples and oranges
Now that my heart is fucking open (now that my heart is so fucking open)
It's not about you (it's not about you)
Oh, apples and oranges
Perfume or poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Isn't love gorgeous?
Oh, apples