Lemonade

Yup. Guess who wrote another song? This guy. This time I took Grenade by Bruno Mars and turned it into Lemonade by Never Judge A Cover Band By It's Booking Agent. I hope you like it. Here's the song for those who don't have it permanently stuck in there head. 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jOn5CAsq2A

And here's a version that's more enjoyable to listen to, but doesn't quite match up with my words.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aqfsto6mJ_4

Are you all ready? Good.

Lemonade

This is how, I’ll show you

Exactly how I love you

Give, give, give it all

Like you won’t believe

Should have listened to my mumble but you just dismissed

All my attempts at loving

Why weren’t you listening?

I told you a thousand times

And you never understood

You never understood, no you didn’t

Did you even hear my words? Not a single one was a lie

And you don’t believe me but

I’d drink lemonade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Spend a weekend in Maine for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d high five Dwayne Wade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I’d do a few things for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, oh

I would eat an entire parfait

Drive your Grandmother to Subway

Yes, I would smile for ya, Baby

But you think that’s just lame

Ooh no, no, no

I tried, tried, tried to love, but you think I fell short

Told me I’m so dumb when I came home with a plum

Rotten plum, squishy plum

You told me what you thought, yeah

You think I don’t understand how to be in love

I told you a thousand times

And you never understood

You never understood, no you didn’t

Did you even hear my words? Not a single one was a lie

And you don’t believe me but

I’d play a some charades for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d circumnavigate for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d lick a window pane for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I’d do a few things for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, oh

I would watch Glee with disdain

Give a tortilla a fitting nickname

Yes, I’d wear a bowtie for you, Baby

But you think I look lame

If you really loved me, ooh you’d do anything for me

You said you loved me you’re a liar

Cause you never, ever did those things, Baby

I’d paint a picture frame for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d sniff a plantain for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d count up to eight for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d grill a ribeye steak for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I would smile at a guy named Frank

I would always forget to rake

Yes, I would find my shoelace

But you won’t do a thing

No, you won’t do a thing

You wouldn’t do a thing

Ooh, You’ll never do a thing

No, no, no, no