Life just gives me lemons
And I don't like lemonade
Sticky situation
Look at this mess I've made
Riding round on low on gas
Don't know how long my tanker lasts, no
Circling your quarter sec
My wipers broke, my tires flat
Oh no, I don't care, I don't like that
Sweet summer air
Life just gives me lemons
And I don't like lemonade
Sticky situation
Look at this mess I've made
I don't make music
I make songs for you
But you know
People never listen
So I play it cool
With a spoonful of sugar
Up some medicine countdowns
Then a bathtub full of Splenda
Will turn your whole life around
Darling when you empty-kill me
Turn my smile upside down
Oh baby please
Among my hands and knees
Won't you please come back around
Life just gives me lemons
Life just gives me lemons




Lemons, and I don't like lemonade, sticky situation, look at this mess I've made, love just gives me lemons, and I don't like lemonade, sticky situation, look at this mess I've made.
I don't like lemonade.