She\'s a peach hued sky
but you\'re just a guy and
the sky is the sky
Sweet and sour and right
she\'s a lemon popsicle
but you suck on ice
She\'s classic and fine
dressed all to the nines
you\'ve got sweat pants on
She is fresh squeezed and
straight from the tree but you\'re
only found in a box.
She\'s bright red lipstick
always smiling in the dark
you\'re afraid of it.