I planned the perfect date to see my crush I skipped the rush and rode there overnight While sitting tight, I told my nerves to shush My flesh was flush from dreams of sheer delight I would not win the part by going down For lust confounds the search for faithful mates And true love waits through green and into brown From wedding gown until the pearly gates I feel my darling's gaze upon my skin Can love begin as lust and still be true? Will passion screw my mind so deep within That mortal sin's the price of having you? "Not ripe enough": her words have rent my heart; She puts an orange in her shopping cart.