The apple fell small distance from
The tree that it called mum
And in those shadows it became
What apples do become
A Granny Smith from Granny Smith
So each stems from its kind
And that is why I should have known
How could I be so blind?
Your mother, though a charm at times
Fell short of character
Your mother went from man to man
And you were prone to flirt
Now looking back it seems unfair
To have expected more
From someone who my wiser friends
Identified a whore
And yes, that word is strong but true
And so is my resolve
To be the man that I should be
And leave you with the dogs
(And you're leading me on
Your eyes give it away
Don't hold out on me
What your lips won't say)
We've been through this before

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