Tropical Rhythm

Sweet fruit on the counter

Sun in a yellow crown

You showed up late with grocery-bag grins

Spilled a little sunshine on the tiles

I said I’m fine,

you said

“you always say that”

Then laughed like it’s no big trial

But when you cut right through my quiet The whole room turns

bright and slow

I don’t need a reason to admit it

I just need you close

Pineapple,

sweet on my tongue

Spiky outside, but you’re golden when I’m done

Pineapple,

don’t make me run

Stay right here ‘til the morning comes (oh-oh)

Pine—pine—pineapple (la-la-la)

You talk too fast when you get nervous

I read it in the way you stir your tea

I’ve built a wall out of little jokes But you keep finding

doors in me

If love is a fruit I can’t explain

I’ll slice it open anyway

Let the juice run down my hands No more acting like I’m

brave (ahhhh)

Pineapple,

sweet on my tongue

Spiky outside, but you’re golden when I’m done

Pineapple, don’t make me run

Stay right here ‘til the morning comes

Pineapple, if it’s love I want

Let it be messy,

let it be honest (oh-oh)

Pineapple, stay (la-la)