Asetha Power: Music
Lemon Lime
(Asetha Power)
I. A pretty little sister
On a porch worn with time
Sat smiling with her uncle
He called her lemon lime
Chorus
He’s the man
Though he was old
He would go
To the cages in her mind
To the places she would hide
Clean the mess off her gritty dress
Never get upset
Lemon Lime was loved the best
(did what he said)
(was all he had)
II. If she would keep his secret
He’d feed her sweetened wine
Curl her hair in flowers
Fill her head with lies
III. Nothing wasted in the silence
It never hurt to melt inside
Diluted with his poison
Silly strings replace her pride