A sweetheart drinking lemonade In absence of the shade It tingles spines like buried pines ♪ A sweat-line on parade On a blanket made with patches that describe the zodiac With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flarey summer flats In a court when rubber balls bounce high above the baseball hats I am running from my notes My only lemonade ♪ I'm driving in a snowy race ♪ Your sunny dates I chased ♪ Your couple with some twisted straws ♪ There's gonna be some spills And the ice that you chase after is the last thing in the glass And the ritual of longing for a thing that doesn't last Now I'm losing all my focus when my soul goes in the grass I am one too many close My only lemonade My only lemonade My only lemonade ♪ My only lemonade ♪ My only lemonade Lemonade Lemonade Lemonade Lemonade