Apple Pie - White Trash

Walkin' through the ghetto on a Sunday afternoon

Now I was graced by beauty

Caught it shinin' off the moon

But I saw her and she saw me

Then we got together respectively

No, she was talking about love love love

Talk about, now I’m talkin' 'bout love

Now boppin' to the left of me and boppin' to the right

I bopped that mama so damn good

I knocked the nasty out of sight

I said, «Hey, little girl, who do you dig?»

Said, «Any kinda lover wants to pay for my crib.»

No, she was talkin' 'bout love love love

Talk about, just talkin' 'bout love

My my my, to taste is to die

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Oh let me tell you another thing or two

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Dig

Now April was the season and it also was her name

I had that girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name

Could it be June or could it be May?

Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?

Just talkin' 'bout love, love, love

I’m talkin' 'bout, just talkin' 'bout love

My my my, to taste is to die,

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Oh let me tell you another thing or two

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Here we go

Gonna take a piece right out of the sky

Well now April was the season and it also was her name

Had the girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name

Could it be June or could it be May?

Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?

Oh, honey, I’m talkin' 'bout love

I’m talkin' 'bout, I’m talkin' 'bout love

My my my, to taste is to die

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Oh let me tell you another thing or two

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Speed it up

Oh let me tell you another thing or two

You’re gonna taste like apple pie

Oh let me tell you another thing or two

You’re gonna taste like apple pie