Old Boyfriends
I hadn't thought of you for years, I'd say
Weird, you should pop into my head, today
I wanted you, you wanted me
Shiny red apple, hanging in the tree
Shiny red apple, hanging in the tree
A cool leather jacket is what you hide in
I walk around in nothing but skin
You were skinny, like an alley cat
Now I hear you're rich and fat
Now I hear you're rich and fat
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
I wanted meaning, so I tried to make it you
I don't have a clue what you were going through
I stepped on the lines in between the squares
You could open the door, but you couldn't find the stairs
You could open the door, but you couldn't find the stairs
Now you've got assistants, you've got dough
But you're still wrapped in leather from your head to your toe
Let me bring my skin to the place you're stuck in
Let me bring religion, let me bring sin
Let me bring religion, let me bring sin
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
You buy everything you want, but, still, I know
The ceiling in your head's hung too low
I've got what it takes to make you free
Take off your leather, come swim in the sea
Take off your leather, come swim with me
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
Weird, you should pop into my head, today
I wanted you, you wanted me
Shiny red apple, hanging in the tree
Shiny red apple, hanging in the tree
A cool leather jacket is what you hide in
I walk around in nothing but skin
You were skinny, like an alley cat
Now I hear you're rich and fat
Now I hear you're rich and fat
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
I wanted meaning, so I tried to make it you
I don't have a clue what you were going through
I stepped on the lines in between the squares
You could open the door, but you couldn't find the stairs
You could open the door, but you couldn't find the stairs
Now you've got assistants, you've got dough
But you're still wrapped in leather from your head to your toe
Let me bring my skin to the place you're stuck in
Let me bring religion, let me bring sin
Let me bring religion, let me bring sin
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
You buy everything you want, but, still, I know
The ceiling in your head's hung too low
I've got what it takes to make you free
Take off your leather, come swim in the sea
Take off your leather, come swim with me
I bet I could still do it to you
I bet I could
I bet I could
I bet I could
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Writer(s): Simon John Nelson, Elizabeth Lee Mcgovern, Ron Knights
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