The Dead South - Fruit and Salad lyrics

I'm in love with your mother, but not the way I do love you She doesn't cut it like you do, Fruit and Salad no meat please Old Style goin' in for your soul But baby that ain't happenin' Cause in a bag im useless That's why you left me for him That's why Ill sleep with your mother again But hopefully soon my lonely heartWill be filled with the, warmth form your eyes And we can swap snow for leaves So come on baby and just come around And let back in through your door And if you don't want to come around Ill take your mother to, funky town And we will make the nasty weather All my dreams are, waiting for you In a time where I ain't no fool The love is lost somewhere in the room Your eyes are wider underneath the moon All my dreams are, waiting for you In a time where I ain't no fool The love is lost somewhere in the room Your eyes are wider underneath the moon The moon With the world around my fingertips And I will rub her curvy hips Cause im in love with your mother But not the way I do love you But I will treat her like I would treat you