Started out good Started out bad Still wanted a taste Of what I already had The fruit is golden When it falls from the tree And it's spoiled by the time it gets to me It's a dilemma Of girls and boys for centuries Should I be with you? Should I forget about me? First it feels right Then you stay up all night worrying It's the awful truth of loving Could've been noble But it started out fast They say that kind of thing Will never last The peach is perfect When it falls from the tree And bruised by the time it gets to me It's a dilemma Of boys and girls for centuries Do I really know you? Do you really need me? First it feels right Then you write a novel worrying About the awful truth of loving And by the time You bide your time A year goes by And you don't act any older I wanted to be sweet So you won't disappoint me I wanted to be sweet So you won't disappoint me And when the stakes are high I'm careless with the dice And now it seems like I'm pushing my luck all the time And all that we were thinking Is about individuality