my Pretty lover, 
You are an orange and i am a peach and together we make the sweetest juice
Perfect for breakfast, a sweet slipping sip between bites
Lovely when lunching, long languid lollygagging droplets lingering on your lips
Decadent at dinner, an enticing evening aperitif. 
Take your time going down 
don’t waste a drop

Tangy tart somewhere between us mingling, 
Freshly squeezed, freshly pressed
What a delight to be devoured!

Let me be your tomato red bride and know/no I won't wear white, I'll wear your favorite color on me, baby blue to match my eyes 
Moonstone strung around my neck. 
And i’ll be old and borrowed and new

Oh my orange, how we were Sweet motherless children when we met, searching for homes making love to lorelei by the cocteau twins. I always thought i just couldn't hear it right but you told me the lyrics don't really mean anything, that they are more of a feeling than something with meaning but don’t we give it all our own meaning? 

Oh my orange, how i will always adore you
Oh my peach, how you mean everything to me.
Oh our juice, so sweet and so good.