One day I was gifted four pomegranates
Three pomegranates
Were small and not ripe yet
But one was quite large and it looked delicious
So I decided to save it
And ate a small one instead
Ooh this doesn't feel right
This doesn't taste ripe
What am I waiting for?
The next day I encountered the same decision
So I made no revision
And ate a small one again
Foaming at the mouth with anticipation
That ripe fruit was waiting
But who could blame me now?
Ooh this doesn't feel right
This doesn't taste ripe
What am I waiting for?
I just downed the third, there's one to go
I fall asleep, dreams ripe, to never wake again
Oh no this doesn't feel right
This doesn't taste ripe
What was I waiting for?
Ooh taking my sweet time
There's hardly a sweet time
What am I waiting for?
Ooh yea-yea-yea-yeah
Yea-yea-yea-yeah
What the hell am I waiting for?
