Lisa, who reminds me of a blueberrynIs artistic, beautiful, and friendlynI wish that to pass her on the streetnWas more common because I don't knownHer telephone number or her addressnThough I guess that I could just gonLook it up since I do know her last namenIt's blueberry, blueberry, blueberrynOr at least that's what it should benBecause that's what she seems like to menA gentle yet passionate blueberrynnWe were petting seals at the underground zoonThe one you act just likenDown the fireman's pole to get tonAnd fight drunken pirates with painted cardboard swordsnnJust you and I and I sing to younI know you're a really cool personnBecause you're nice to everyone you meetnMonkey love, I wish I were your monkey lovennLisa, who reminds me of a blueberrynIs intelligent, sensitive, and funnynI wish that to kiss her on the lipsnWas more welcome because when she's nearnI long to invade her personal spacenThough as of yet I'm still moping around on the groundnThat surround the heart of mademoisellenBlueberry, blueberry, blueberry