Текст песни Apples

I'm a (bachelor)
On my back
That's my cup of
Most like
Sex in a wristband
Happen on (crisp) with the (kiss) man
And predicts
(Blue) for bedtime
That's when things fall apart yeah
This before you make me a martyr
Hope you're a cool jump starter

I feel like myself again
Yeah yeah yeah

Spike, Tina and I
We sink our teeth in apples of red
And when we start asking why
We all sink teeth in apples of red

Ooh she sparks when she walks on by
She's a well-cut gem to the eye
Proof that good things come from the sky
Well, she's marvelous fun

And she gets my soda
Gets my taco
Gets my shotgun to go
Yeah we sink our teeth in
When it's bleedin'
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Makes for a wonderful show

Spike, Tina and I
Sink our teeth in apples of red
And when we start asking why
We sink our teeth in apples of red

Mm-hmm mm-hmm mm-hmmm

Oh, I feel like myself again
Yes yes
(But feel cold)

Spike, Tina and I
Sink our teeth in apples of red
And when we start asking why
We sink our teeth in apples of red

Spike, Tina and I
Sink our teeth in apples of red
And when we start asking why
We sink our teeth in apples of red

Spike, Tina and I
Sink our teeth in apples of red
And when we start asking why
We sink our teeth in apples of red

Oh oh oh

I feel like myself again