The Lemon Tree

There's a girl next door to me who's round the bend

But she wonders why she can't make any friends

From her garden she could see me

In her silver-clad bikini

Singing, dancing round her fruit tree

Here we go round the lemon tree

Mister, can't you hear me

Here we go round the lemon tree

Mister, don't come near me

Could i calm her down by throwing stones at her

If only i could make the right approach to her

Think i'd rather tame a tiger

Turn those lemons into cider

Still i'd like to get beside her

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Three o'clock in the morning

I could her her toneless singing

I could smell her lemon perfume in the air

I walked up to the window

In the hope that i might see her

Could the deadly shade of night still bring her there

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Morning came and into action went my plans

Went to meet her dressed in bright green underpants

I crept in and sang discreetly

Seemed to change your mind discreetly

Danced together singing sweetly

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