I'm Lemon, but I'm not sour at all. I'm sweet.
But even the sweetest thing turns black once it gets to America.
If I'm kidnapped, I'll sing.
If I'm robbed, I'll sing.
If there's a shootout, I'll sing.
If I'm injured, I'll sin... What the heck am I singing for? Is medicine just for show?
If someone finds out I can sing, I'll... cling to Tony's leg. Tony, I'm sorry. I won't run away from home again.
Much later, I finally became a god. Now I can sing without opening my mouth.
But it doesn't help at all. I look down at the two little Starks wailing for milk, then glare back at a certain Tony. I believed his lies, so get ready to sleep on the couch, Stark.
