Papaya
You don't have to feel like a leftover
Papaya
I don't want to lie no more
And I realised

That I turned into a lemon slice
Drying out
In an empty glass
Of cuba libre
Oh babe, I picked you of all tasty fruits
Hanging from this plastic tree

Papaya
You don't have to feel like a leftover
Papaya
Trust me, you won't rot next to me

Then I turned into a vegetable
As a fruit
You look so cool from down here
I've been looking up to you
Hoping you will get me
I don’t want to upset you
Trust me

Papaya
You don't have to feel like a leftover
Papaya
I don't want to lie no more