She paints the skies from her windowsill
Lemon light against the glass
She paints silvery lakes and the rolling hills
And she paints me green as the grass
Can I live in your lemony world?
Drape me in your silks and pearls
Can I come be a lemony girl?
She rises with the dawn in the morning
Sleeps with the moon upon her skin
Rides her bicycle into town
And then rides home again
Can I live in your lemony world?
Drape me in your silks and pearls
Can I come be a lemony girl?
Like you
In your orchards and orangeries
In your parlours and your pantries
In your libraries, conservatories
Pick a lemon just for me
Just for me