In botany, a fruit is a part of a flowering plant that derives from specific tissues of the flower, mainly one or more ovaries. Fruits are the means by which many plants disseminate seeds. Many plants bearing edible fruits, in particular, have propagated with the movements of humans and animals in a symbiotic relationship as a means for seed dispersal and nutrition, respectively; in fact, humans and many animals have become dependent on fruits as a source of food. Fruits account for a substantial fraction of the world's agricultural output, and some (such as the apple and the pomegranate) have acquired extensive cultural and symbolic meanings.
The section of a fungus that produces spores is also called a fruiting body.
In common language usage, fruit normally means the fleshy seed-associated structures of a plant that are sweet and edible in the raw state, such as apples, oranges, grapes, strawberries, and bananas. On the other hand, the botanical sense includes many structures that are not commonly called "fruits", such as bean pods, corn kernels, wheat grains, and tomatoes.
Anyway, you're OK, I'm away, into the day
When you are cray, for a better day
Never say, so wild away, be always lave, for devils say, it's my or your afraid
Billy grey, be a slave, everyday, create the wave, create your own fake
...fail,
I push the envelope, watch out, come on ! (X2)
Come on ! (X5)
Single mind, waste in time, do in vine, lost in time, sure you're off the line
Make it shine, for the dawn, but all..., there's no battlecry
You were climb,
But you decline, do the blame, i'm staying alert yeah !
I known you know...
I push the envelope, watch out, come on ! (X4)
Come on ! (X18)
Sometimes you're fell
Sometimes you're fell that
Oh you're so true, yeah so blue
Tell me, amaze me, so dose me, you stole
I push the envelope, watch out, come on ! (X4)
I can do without it.
If you can do without clothes,
you can live without rings.
If you can live without money,
you can live without things.
If you can live with your lover
when he leaves or she clings
OK you've earned your wings.
You can use,
you can be used,
you can lose your blues,
lose your aeroplane blues.
Open your parachute.
I've got a bird that whistles,
I've go a bird that sings,
I've got a television,
I've got a telephone. It rings,
it says I've had enough of you
and all your whisperings
I've got a common code
and some weird imaginings,
I've got a prison ribcage
and some gypsy kind of things,
you know I've earned my wings.
I can use,
I can be used,
I can lose my blues,
lose my aeroplane blues.
Open my parachute.
Give me something that belongs to you
and I'll tell you your future,
how it will happen to you.
Give me a card - sharp and ingerive
a brittle boy and Doc Marten shoes,
and I'll tell you who'll use you
and who you'll use,
I'll give you plays on truth
and half - truths.
We can use,
we can be used,
we can lose our blues,
lose our aeroplane blues.
Open our parachutes,
we're losing height ...
I'll do without my whistling bird,
my gypsy kind of things,
if you'll do without your whisky,
if you'll do without your rings.
We can do without our telephone,
let it ring and ring and ring ...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
If I were gay
I'd see the world a different way
If I were gay
You'd look at me, but not that way
Politically, I'm incorrect
In every way
The church would like to
See me burn and call me names
Fruit, Fruit everywhere
It's in the way you shake your derriere
Fruit, Fruit all the way
So take your best friend and kiss him
Like you just don't care
Remove the she
Insert the he
The song's the same
And if you feel a little queer
Don't refrain
And lesbians
They are my friends, they are my friends
If I were lesbian
It's a swamp
Just a jungle
Tigers slipping through all the time
Snakes and alligators
Want to have a piece of what is mine
I don't pay
No attention
To the nastiness going down
Just above me
Within my reach
There's plenty of good things hanging 'round
Fruit on the vine
Ice water fountains
Fruit on the vine
Fruit on the vine
I reach up for an apple
I grab an orange by mistake
It don't mind, it's alright
In the jungle I get what I can take
Got a taste for
Watermelon
A taste for pomegranate too
Nevermind, I'll take a cherry
Any ripe and juicy one will do
My mouth is full
My face is messy
I'm feeling better with each bite
I take a break
For just a minute
But nothing satisfies
A Man Likes Fruit
A Man Likes Fruit
Full Stop
Full Stop
Full Stop Can't stop.
Not to be rude
But I have issues with food
Excuse as I intrude
But I'm an obsessive compulsive who hates
Process they put on plates
Don't deep fry or bake
That's a great chique creator make
Don't trust cadburys
Don't trust dairylea
And whatever you do stay well clear of sunny D
Why don't you try fresh fruit
Organic Produce
Try GM Free milk with your tea
(Yeah I know what you're saying the organics more expensive but save those
Pennies save those pennies they've got a converter at sainsburys)
Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)
When it comes to plums
They remind me of your mums
Too many will give you the runs
But if you don't want the runs ru-runs-runs
Try bananas
Don't argue with bananas
Take a break from your palava's or use it as a sexual toy with your partner
(OOH! )
What about london fruits?
What about British fruits?
What happened to pie and mash?
Wanna go to the Caff?
But my plumbs, they're so purple p-purple p-purple
Pies- They're just dead not alive.
Pears, I love my pears, they sort our vinegar squares
Hey, hey sample a baggins a baggins of apples
Not N-not for bein' spoilt
N-Not for being spoilt
You know what they say...
Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)
Every Kind: Oranges, strawberrys cherry bananas, (Repeated fruits) Passion
Fruit...
What about london fruits?
What about British fruits?
What happened to pie and mash?
Wanna go to the Caff?
Wanna go to the caff?
Wanna go to the caff?
"Wanna Cup of tea with that love?
Ooh yeah please uhm, Milk and two sugars"
Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)
Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
Well, you never know what the day may bring
?Cause tonight I'm dancing for the spring
What springs from your heart?
What rolls from the tip of your tongue?
First it blossoms then it falls as fruit for the young
The fruit for the young, yeah
But there's no time to waste
For there are songs we haven't sung
And none but us can taste
All the sweetness of the fruit for the young
Can you show me what darkness means
By opening my eyes I hook into this scene
And those who've gone before us are seen again
In the sparkle in the eyes of the children
Of those who once led the fruit of the dead
For the young, for the young
There's no time to waste
For there are songs we haven't sung
And none but us can taste
All the sweetness of fruit for the young
Well, you never know what the day may bring
?Cause tonight I'm dancing for the spring
What springs from your heart?
What rolls from the tip of your tongue?
First it blossoms then it falls as fruit for the young
The fruit for the young
The fruit for the young