People see you as sour, but I know, I know your not like the rest
Your a different lemon, sweet on the inside, but it's not your fault your with the other sour lemons, you blend perfectly with the others

I wish people could see you the way I do
I wish people could see you the way the others lemons are, and compare
I wish I could walk up to you and grab you
But the people judge, “Never buy a lemon” they say
And so, I stay away

I cry sweet tears, not as sweet as you
Hoping to have the courge to walk towards you

Somtimes I doubt myself, how do I know you're not a normal lemon?
Obsessing over something so sour?
How could I know my heart wont break?
Oh! But I love you my lemon!

Your like an invisible field, I canot go near
I wish one day it will disappear
So please, sour lemon come to me, I cannot bring myself to you my sweet sweet lemon.