Fresh Fruit, by Heartbeat Hotel

Fresh Fruit

from Intae Woe by Heartbeat Hotel

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lyrics

Put me in the middle of TIME Magazine
& race me to the park on your bicycle machine.
Ransom letters to tell you where I've been
& isn't that girl lookin' good on the screen.

OOoooOoooo Nothin's new, Mama's got some Fresh Fruit

Put me in a kettle and boil me hot,
I want so bad to forget what I haven't forgot.
Hopes & Dreams continue to rot cuz the
Menu's changin' but the Restaurant's not.

OOoooOoooo Nothin's new, Mama's got some Fresh Fruit

Put me in a cannon & point it up stream cuz
I don't know where to go only know where I've been.
Takin' a few weeks to hide in the greens,
then I'm comin' back down with my blood runnin' clean.

credits

from Intae Woe, released 26 November 2011
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Song written by A. Smith & C. Lyons

Performed by Andy Smith, Chris Lyons, Dave Connolly & Matt Mitchell.

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