Apples

You’ve got the apple to my eye
The apples that I like
The Granny Smith the Honeycrips'
That grow out in July

Crunchy when I bite
Sweet and just right
Not sour like the apples
That I used to buy

That I used to try
Were soft usually dry
Or firm on the surface
Or bruised on the side

But you, you’re my type
Handpicked from the vine
Was hard to ignore you when
I walked on by

You should know
That my tastebuds don’t mind
If you take your time, if you take your time
To unfold

I wanna see what’s inside
There’s no need to hide, the seeds that reside in your core

I’m sticking to your side
Got me caramelized
Though it took me some time
Through more rain than shine
I’ll stay here forever for you

Macintosh and Fuji pie
With ice cream on the side
Vanilla with the fudge
So tasty I could die

I’m looking through your eyes
The colours red and fine
Organic and o’natural no GMO’s insight

Pretty lady in the tree (tree)
Come and put your skin on me (me)

Peeled or if it’s sliced
Naked I’m incited
You can serve me any method not a picky kind of guy

You should know
That my tastebuds don’t mind
If you take your time, if you take your time
To unfold

I wanna see what’s inside
There’s no need to hide, the seeds that reside in your core

You’ve got me honest baby tell me that fallin'
If you want me I can be there in a callin'
I’ll be there in Jiffy be your jammy man
You can put your peanut butter on my grahams (damn)