Lyrics Fruit and Salad - The Dead South

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 aint 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 aint 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