Frequent the fruit flies tell me They're on their way out But I don't mind their company On the apple I know they won't hurt Nobody else but me All of my friends had them too Flying round their cute broken homes Where I find myself most of the time Nobody talked about them But we all hung out alone on the porch Where I find myself All of my friends had them too Flying round their cute broken homes Where I find myself most of the time Nobody talked about them But we all hung out alone