Woorden: Butterfingers. Apple Tree.

Judo Judy gotta go cause she never
wasn't old to realize
Small tiny petty little ox-fly
could upset the rain I woke up again
As I an the smile on my face the feeling is great
And I would do anything but just....
Don't sit under the apple tree
I can't do anything for free
All I want just you and me
So don't sit under the apple tree
Jaggle Wringgle joggle jolt

everyboby not at fault a-la-mort till you dot
Balck wood ebony catapult what you
got up your sleave belongs all to me
Ding dong hammer on new
sing-a-longs lingo 'bout the meter half of one
Hush hush bitter sweet alignings
trying to get used I filled up my skin