Lyrics
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
I am the real thing
I’ll climb the highest tree
I am the real thing
As real as really real can be
Cherry picking
Do I want some of what you’re living for my own
Cherry picking
I want what you’ve got, I want what you’ve got
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
I’m faking nothing
I’ll stretch beyond my reach
I’m faking nothing
Dare me to go ahead and leap
Cherry picking
Do I want some of what you’re living for my own
Cherry picking
Can I have some?, feels like my basket isn’t full
Cherry picking
Cherry picking
I want what you’ve got, I want what you’ve got
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
«You know when you see yourself, and you didn’t expect to be that person?
How did you get there, really?
Who are you?
How many pieces of yourself were picked out of what everyone else might call
'the blue'?»
Cherry picking
Do I want some of what you’re living for my own
Cherry picking
Can I have some?, feels like my basket isn’t full
Cherry picking
Cherry picking
I want what you’ve got, I want what you’ve got
Fresh, sweet, cool, sleek
Fresh