Apples Lyrics - Ima Robot

Im a (bachelor) 

On my back 

Thats my cup of 

Most like 

Sex in a wristband 

Happen on (crisp) with the (kiss) man 

And predicts 

(Blue) for bedtime 

Thats when things fall apart yeah 

This before you make me a martyr 

Hope youre a cool jump starter 

I feel like myself again 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Spike, Tina and I 

We sink our teeth in apples of red 

And when we start asking why 

We all sink teeth in apples of red 

Ooh she sparks when she walks on by 

Shes a well-cut gem to the eye 

Proof that good things come from the sky 

Well, shes marvelous fun 

And she gets my soda 

Gets my taco 

Gets my shotgun to go 

Yeah we sink our teeth in 

When its bleedin 

Makes for a wonderful show 

Spike, Tina and I 

Sink our teeth in apples of red 

And when we start asking why 

We sink our teeth in apples of red 

Mm-hmm mm-hmm mm-hmmm 

Oh, I feel like myself again 

Yes yes 

(But feel cold) 

Spike, Tina and I 

Sink our teeth in apples of red 

And when we start asking why 

We sink our teeth in apples of red 

Spike, Tina and I 

Sink our teeth in apples of red 

And when we start asking why 

We sink our teeth in apples of red 

Spike, Tina and I 

Sink our teeth in apples of red 

And when we start asking why 

We sink our teeth in apples of red 

Oh oh oh 

I feel like myself again