Same Fruit Bowl
Style: Jazz standard

[Verse 1]
Two hands reached into the bin
Both wanted the same orange to win
I let go and watched you smile
You said we could share, after a while

[Chorus]
Gary, you make the small things sweet
Gary, you turn a stall into a treat
Nobody else picks fruit like you
Somehow you make old habits feel new

[Verse 2]
Funny how one piece of fruit
Started something hard to refute
Now I save you the ripest one
Just to watch what your grin has done

[Pre-chorus]
I used to eat alone, unwary
Now I keep one back, just in case
Waiting on that same familiar face

[Chorus]
Gary, you make the small things sweet
Gary, you turn a stall into a treat
Nobody else picks fruit like you
Somehow you make old habits feel new

[Bridge]
Some love comes loud, some comes quiet as air
Ours came from oranges, split down the middle, fair
No grand gesture, no fanfare needed
Just two hands, and a habit that succeeded

[Chorus]
Gary, you make the small things sweet
Gary, you turn a stall into a treat
Nobody else picks fruit like you
Somehow you make old habits feel new

[Outro]
Still two hands reach for the same one
Still glad it's you, every single one

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