I Only Want Real Lemonade

I want Lemonade. Fresh squeezed Lemonade. I don't want Minute Maid! I only want real Lemonade! Oh sweet Lemonade, I'll sit right here and serenade! And sing songs all day of Lemonade. Only songs of Lemonade! And one day I might even trade this song for fresh squeezed Lemonade. There'll even be a big parade, for the ice cold drink I always crave! The sour sweet kick in the cooling shade. I only want real Lemonade. I don't want soda. I don't want tea. I only want my very own grown up tall lemon tree.

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