I can't elope with him,
when you're the apple of my eye.
So, don't be a gooseberry green,
and hurt my feelings to make me cry.
Currant-ly, now, I'm dreaming,
of being your precious Honeydew.
So, don't think he a-peels to me,
for Darling, I'm plum in love with you!
We could build a house on Strawberry Lane,
you and I, in...
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