Camper Van Beethoven – All Her Favorite Fruit (Ukulele)

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I drive alone, home from work

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And I always think of her

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Late at night I call her, but I never say a word

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But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder

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And I can almost smell her breath, faint, with a sweet scent of decay

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She serves him mashed potatoes

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She serves him peppered steak, and corn

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Pulls the dress up over her head, lets it fall to the floor

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And does she ever whisper in his ear, all her favorite fruit

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And all the most exotic places they are cultivated

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And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train I'm on

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And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies

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We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four

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Within intervention's distance of the embassy

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The midday air grows thicker with the heat

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And drifts towards the line of trees

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When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta

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And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof

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We dream our dreams and sing our songs of love - fecundity

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Of life and love, of life and love, of life and love