He would, oh no, play the fool
Rusting my steel
She would, oh no, play it cool
Rotting my peel
And he would, oh no, seem to fade
As the promises he made
And she would, oh no, sharpen the blade
And set her feelings trade
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
He would die; he asked me how deep is the river
She would lie; she's supposed to be an achiever
Apple Pie, they each assumed to be the giver
Star ships collide, when space becomes thinner
He would, oh no, play the fool
Rusting my steel
She would, oh no, play it cool
Rotting my peel