I asked Lemon "Please get off my mind"
She said "I can't do that, I'm confined"
I said "I think it's unfair that you can't leave.
Please be nice, pretend it's Christmas Eve"
You've been stuck here since Forember
Can't you just remember
How to go?
She said "I'm real sorry, it's not me
Can't you tell this to your diary
Listen, I've moved on, I've met a boy named Pear
He's the sweetest, multi-pear-ionaire"
You've been stuck here since Forember
Can't you just remember
How to go?
No. It's impossible.
No. It's infeasible.
No. It's improbable.
No. It's im-grapes-able.
Next time that I think of you I'll say
"I hope you'll have a really rotten day."
Then you'll say "I'm sorry, I was wrong.
You and me we'll always have your song, and get along"
You've been stuck here since Forember
Can't you just remember
How to go?
No. It's impossible.
No. It's infeasible.
No. It's improbable.
No. It's im-peach-able.