Apples and Oranges

I found your first draft in the trash
Of our bedroom
Goodbye and all that
Screw you, dear June

Yeah, there's a new dude
He's real cute
He's nothing like you
He rides a half pipe, sold his motorbike
For Australian boots

He don't kiss me in the morning
He don't tuck me in at night
He don't know the things about me
That endure despite
He's hot and he's cool
He just isn't you

Oh, apples and oranges
Perfume or poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Look at them apples

To be truthful, it's been fruitful
To live like a kid
He lives nowhere, gives a long stare
When I ask, "What gives?"

Then he sends me flowers
And the fucking is outta site
I lie awake for hours
When will he treat me right?
He's hot and he's cool
He just isn't you

Oh, apples and oranges
The perfume is the poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Oh, apples and oranges

Now that my heart is fucking open
Now that my heart is so fucking open
It's not about you

Oh, apples and oranges
Perfume or poison
Oh, apples and oranges
Is it luck, gorgeous?

Oh, apples