LEMONADE

regretting

letting it in

to my head (well, my nose)

again

god knows it won't be the last time/

knowing the past times

that so often amuse us

 

confusion is the reason

we never cease to amaze ourselves

trying to say she sells sea shells

and laughing instead

off our heads,

out of our minds

cheap wine does the job

(an alien concept)

letting ourselves go so well

you couldn't do better if you tried

 

outside,

a sea of plastic bags/

glad rags on but nowhere to go

tomorrow never knows

but that's no guarantee/

baby lemonade I need you sooner than you think

but no sooner than expected/

expected roadworks march to may

maybe i'll pay for something

(that'll be the day)

 

please,

accept my regrets

of letting it in/

please,

baby lemonade

maybe my memory

was invented to please you

with

frozen peas,

cold knees,

coffee and tv/

the might do's and maybes

are not what they used to be

or what they seem

 

baby lemonade

numbered days/

naked as we came

cutting up lines

left right and centre

(don't mention it)

baby lemonade

come back to yesterday

if not, then sooner

I'm a loser, baby

 

baby lemonade/

kill me

spill the beans

and the blood

of my lemonade brain/

bubbles and double dutch

all over again

lemonade, baby

again and again