Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. They put fire back in your belly. They put notches in the wood. Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. I dreamt you gave me your keychain. Said, "Pick one, ok?"
Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. They put fire back in your belly. They put notches in the wood. Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. I dreamt you gave me your keychain. Said, "Pick one, ok?"