I have a graph, but not from math or science, You may see a familiar face, but they will sit in silence, If you return me just five cents, you might hear a song, I committed no crime, I've been framed all along!

I have a bill, but I do not have money. I am known for wanting grapes from a lemonade stand.

My first three are the thing you've done 'fore putting up your feet My last four, turning round and round, transport you down the street Together, I'm ironic, exaggeration, dry critique

I have many layers, not too sure they keep me warm. Peel, cut or slice me, I will make you cry. Who am I?

Who am I? My song is a trap set by many, words of blue as innocent as any. A stranger to love is not who I am. So curse your friends with my jam.