The Happy Talk Band - Apple Core Тексты

Got me a whore
at the second-hand store
she made me holler
for twenty-five dollars

A bubble bath
and a bunch of smack
I forgot to come
she forgot to laugh
ha-ha-ha-haaaaa

And apple core
in the ninth ward
I plant it on the levee
grew me an apple tree

We ate a bunch of fruit
in our birthday suits
well, my girl go sick
and my snake don't shoot
ha-ha-ha-haaaaa

Well, now you're putting on your lipstick
to cover up your lies
and all my intuition is telling you
goodbye

You know, you're pretty for a junkie
you're kinda wholesome for a whore
I only wish you'd fix me
before you go walking out that door
ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa