Might have been a salesman
So many things people want to buy
Might have been a lawyer
I never learned to lie
I could be happy with you on my side
I'm taking shape to be the apple of your eye
Won't be asked to run for government
I'm not that kind of guy
Someone thought I'd fit the military
But I was never keen to try
May hide out till I can prove just why
I should be the apple of your eye
Some men are seeking peaches
Some are seeking plums
You pick that fruit too early
And it will never ripen up
Won't want to be a preacher
Though some find comfort in their zeal
Don't want to be in the middle
Pass on orders I don't feel
Might fail, but you know I have to try
To become the apple of your eye
I'd like to be a teacher
There's too much that I don't know
Maybe I could be a gardner
Take care and reap what I have sowed
But if you're walking through the garden then stop...
And let me be the apple of your eye
Yes, let me be the apple of your eye

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