Barenaked Ladies

Verse 1:
A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs,
I've never been good with plants
Her next presentation, a new dictionary
She circled the word "romance"
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic,
I shaved her name in my head.
As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;
Need more be said?
Chorus:
These apples are delicious!
A7 N.C.
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
Can all this fruit be free?
Interlude:
Verse 2:
She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book
I've never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethbridge,
And wondered if it still went by rail
I've never been frightened of being enlightened
But some things can go too far
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar,
You get what my meanings are
Chorus:
These apples are delicious!
A7 N.C.
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
Can all this fruit be free?
Interlude:
Bridge:
I'm not trying to sing a love song, I'm trying to sing in tune
I know I am sometimes headstrong
Falling in love, catching fire, I want to be consumed
Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire?
Will I ever tire?
Instrumental Break:
A7 A7sus4add13 A7(3) A7 x4
Chorus:
These apples are delicious!
A7 N.C.
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
Can all this fruit be free?
Outro:
A7 A7sus4 A7-3 A7 (6x)