I found your first draft in the trash Of our bedroom Goodbye and all that Screw you, dear June
Yeah, there's a new dude He's real cute He's nothing like you He rides a half pipe, sold his motorbike For Australian boots
He don't kiss me in the morning He don't tuck me in at night He don't know the things about me That endure despite He's hot and he's cool He just isn't you
Oh Apples and oranges Perfume or poison Oh Apples and oranges Look at them apples
To be truthful, it's been fruitful To live like a kid He lives nowhere, gives a long stare When I ask, "What gives?"
Then he sends me flowers And the fucking is outta site I lie awake for hours When will he treat me right? He's hot and he's cool He just isn't you
Oh Apples and oranges The perfume is a poison Oh Apples and oranges Oh Apples and oranges
Now that my heart is fucking open Now that my heart is so fucking open It's not about you It's not about you
Oh Apples and oranges Perfume or poison Oh Apples and oranges Isn't love gorgeous?
Oh ApplesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
