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Some people call me a bad apple
Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet
Some people call me a bad apple
But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

I've got the notion to tell you about my history, people
I've got the notion to tell you about how I came up in the world yeah
Now look, I used to go to school and act a clown and fool

I love your sense of humor
I love to see you smile
I love your sense of balance
I love your sense of time

I love your music in the morning
Your rhythm in the night
But it's your kindness

There's no sense in talking about music, no
Talking of sex can be done
I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all
The directness of sex is more fun

And the road that will lead you to both of them
Is known for the races and wrecks
But there's less of a mystery in music

I got a weakness for strong chemistry
One touch - all my resolutions change
I can say this is no good for me
But I'm back for more of the same
High on the ecstasy - medication against the pain
Our bodies fit desperately together
Like a needle against a vein

With this tattoo you make a promise of who you are and what you think

this will be your binding contract written down in blood and ink

She had a life to live, the day she left home

She vowed no surrender, No company drone