Lyrics

All of the bad fruit you can pick off of the branches...I would throw it away if I were you. It grew like you wanted it too, 'til the disease set in. Look at how rotten it is now. Honestly, we must fix this while we can. There's a way to fix this problem at hand: you prune your tree, I'll prune mine. It will be fine in time. Honestly, we must fix this while we can.