Apple Juice

Slap me little skin with a five finger discount
With ten toes how high can you count
Never play marbles with a snake eyed shooter
Even it you wanted you could never ever use her
If she were there for the taking, making love to the pope
Under apple trees in snake skin robes

And every other night when it's time to unwind
She reclines with a smile and her legs open wide
Her loins burn inside He denies so she cries
He can not win so he submits to her whines
He can't take it

God I want it, god I want it, I don't want it, god I want it
I don't want it, I don't want it, god I want it, I don't want it

I want it now and I want it how and I will not stop till I've got the power
She could break it, goodness sake it, even if she had to fake it
Whenever she wants but he can't take it



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Benham
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