in love Who else rides a week night in a nowhere bus? Sorta rough, but this one's a little faster than I thought Don't lie, we'll know little apple girl
I set my chin a little higher, I hope a little longer Build a little stronger castle in the air And thinking you'll be there, I walk a little faster
in love Who else rides a weeknight in a nowhere bus? - Sorta rough, but this one's a little faster than I thought Don't lie - we'll know Little Apple
at smiling lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not loving me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And
at smilin' lips that warm my heart And see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And
across at smilin' lips that warm my heart And see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I gotta say God didn't make little green apples
at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And
smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And
little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland and Mother Goose no nursery rhyme God didn't make little
smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And
There's a little girl in our neighborhood Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really lookin' good I had to go and see her, so I called her on the
What can I do to make you feel secure, remove all your doubts So that you'll know for sure that you're the apple of my eye girl Fulfillment of my dreams
follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
of the year, drinks is on the house Red Porsche's, rare portraits Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
No, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad Well, maybe just a little just a tad I know every apple here ain't bad But I found a worm in every single one I had Boys
tip back count double digit thousand stacks Got a bad bitch with me, she in the Valentino Half black and Filipino I let her count casinos Her under apple
Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious
