Story Behind the Song
I had to do a project for singles cooking, and I decided to write this chill song!
Lyrics
Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope
I work a fruit stand at the edge of town
And every night I see my woman when the sun goes down
She wants to marry me, but her ma and pa say no
I'd like to make it with her, but I just ain't got the dough, no
Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope
Eyes like green olives, cherry lips beyond compare
And everyone who sees us says we make a marvelous pear
Orange you glad I'm telling you about my strife?
Lettuce ask ourselves, can you beet this kind of life?
Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope
Someday I pray, she'll work that fruit stand with me
We'll sell fresh watermelon in the warm September breeze
And when people ask of her why she wears no wedding ring
We'll just rear back our heads and loudly begin to sing
"Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope"
Don't you carrot all?
Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope
Honeydew, I'm at the end of my rope
Honeydew, because we cantelope
Now, honey, stop messin' around with all those limeys
Hey, I know your parent's think I'm a lemon
But to me, you're the apple of my eye
You're a real peach, a total tomato
Yeah, I know what your papaya says, but squash that idea
Know what I mean? Let's go out and have a zuccini
I've got so much love for you, I could spring a leek
Let's go out and have a few capers together on our next date
All I want's good love and peas
Honeydew
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