Love Is a Lemon

Love is a lemon and I wonder why

It can taste of pulp and burn your eyes

But in the right hands, with a little time

It becomes sweet

Lemon pie

One look in the mirror and I can plainly see

I'm not there yet, where I should be

Sometimes a lemon without a prayer

With no warranty

Beyond compare

God is my pen pal, spell checks these songs

God's punctuation is never wrong

He sets the tempo

the notes in the air

He told me once

I'm beyond compare

So I believe

So I sing

So I give myself to all things

Broken and screwed up

Beyond repair

Broken and screwed up

Beyond compare

Love's never perfect, that much is true

Sometimes it feels that way for me and you

I can't compare myself

There's too much we share

You and me

Beyond compare

Love is a lemon and I wonder why

It can taste of pulp and burn your eyes

But i the right hand with a little time

It becomes Sweet

Lemon pie