Fruiting around

I fell down a tree in June,
And I hit Newton's head, that goon,
He wrote some theory about me,
But that couldn't be foreseen.

I hit his head with a big ba-aaam,
At least I didn't turn to ja-aaam,
I just bounced down the cold street,
Seeing no-one nice to meet.

My anticipation has deceived me,
No-one really wanted to see me,
I kept looking everywhere,
But it seemed no-one was there. No baby.

So whe-eeere did my orange go,
My sweetie who would never kno-ooow,
That she was my star, my insolation,
She pulled me close like gravitation. Would she eee-ver know?

I remember,
That you pretty like a cake,
At least your makeup isn't fake,
Because you're nothing but a fruit,
You're an orange, I'm the coot. Damn, oo-ooh shoot.

You're soo-oh - reee-eed, you're so bluuu-ue baby,
The ripest of all fruits, yeah mayyy-beee,
You're - So - Sweet,
So nice and neat.