Rob Tree Feat. RED-40 - Pineapple

Verse 1:
In a tropical land where the pineapples grow,
Lived a fruit with a mind that's not quite in tow,
He speaks to the wind, to the birds in the sky,
And in fluent French, he’ll catch your eye.
Pre-Chorus:
"Bonjour," he says with a twist and a twirl,
A pineapple teacher in his own world,
Lessons in madness, oh, what a sight,
Learning French by the moonlight.
Chorus:
Schizophrenic pineapple, teaching me to parle,
Whispers of "oui" and "non," under the stars' ballet,
Madness in his eyes, but wisdom in his tone,
A fruit from the tropics, with a mind of his own.
Verse 2:
He’ll tell you of Paris with a delicate flair,
As you sit in the sand, the salt in the air,
"Répétez après moi," he says with a grin,
His leafy crown, a professor's fin.
Pre-Chorus:
"Merci beaucoup," with a giggle and a sigh,
Pineapple dreams under a coconut sky,
French lessons in the surreal twilight,
Linguistic chaos feels just right.
Chorus:
Eccentric pineapple, teaching me to parle,
Whispers of "oui" and "non," under the stars' ballet,
Madness in his eyes, but wisdom in his tone,
A fruit from the tropics, with a mind of his own.
Bridge:
In the world of the weird, he stands tall,
A fruity enigma, breaking every wall,
Language of love from a mind unchained,
In this tropical classroom, we remain.
Chorus:
Peculiar pineapple, teaching me to parle,
Whispers of "oui" and "non," under the stars' ballet,
Madness in his eyes, but wisdom in his tone,
A fruit from the tropics, with a mind of his own.
Outro:
So here’s to the lessons from a mind so free,
A pineapple professor in a language spree,
In his whimsical charm, I find my way,
Learning French, come what may.