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