Walk down the produce aisle
Can't miss her candid style
Soft hues of perfect white
Won't forget that sight
If she saw the rest of me
She'd see I'm more than skin deep green
I long for a love that never sours
And the scent of Carly's flowers
I long for a love that never sours
And the scent of Carly's flowers
So Carly, notice me
I don't want to be your celery
So Carly, baby, please
Don't make me your celery