Back in 2003, the last two lines of the chorus were part of my signature on the first forum I ever joined. I was a smug, cynical, sexually and emotionally repressed little bastard. Now, almost six years later to the day, when I hear the last chorus of this song, I picture the narrator sitting under the lemon tree with a new lover--sipping lemonade.
Back in 2003, the last two lines of the chorus were part of my signature on the first forum I ever joined. I was a smug, cynical, sexually and emotionally repressed little bastard. Now, almost six years later to the day, when I hear the last chorus of this song, I picture the narrator sitting under the lemon tree with a new lover--sipping lemonade.