Lyrics:
get a sore behind
Must not upset the apple cart
He'll choose your views today
Having some kinda conflict
Seems to get right in his way
Chorus
get a sore behind
Must not upset the apple cart
He'll choose your views today
Having some kinda conflict
Seems to get right in his way
Chorus
claim
O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than
the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
Oh, who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face
the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
Oh, who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face
the day that you came along
And you tipped my apple cart
And you made me hotter than Mojave in my heart
And I'll not prepare my heart for the change
day and that's hard.
He sits on his own and politely says hello.
He's the only man to jump off the apple cart.
I said your far too lippy.
Lippy by far.
man's dream
Can't really conversate if you're ain't down with my team
Can't really set it straight if you don't the team
So live your own life, how you
his claim
O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
claim on me
O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
I was doomed to play
The villain's part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was
a lull
And things are dull
I sharpen knives for all the wives
In the neighborhood
And I'm very good
I darn a sock
I'll mend a clock
An apple cart
a lull
And things are dull
I sharpen knives for all the wives
In the neighborhood
And I'm very good
I darn a sock
I'll mend a clock
An apple cart
darn a sock, or set a clock
An apple cart, a broken heart
He'll do anything but he'd rather sing
(He'll so much rather sing his song)
Toodle-luma-luma,
just got to put you down!
I'm so sorry, bsby,
But you've upset my apple cart;
I just can't get your story,
Your eyes, (scat), are bigger than your
over the apple cart
What chance have I an ordinary guy
What chance have I with love?
over the apple cart
What chance have I
An ordinary guy
What chance have I with love
they'll never love so purely
We tip over apple carts
With the pounding of our hearts
Lori, Lori don't you worry
We'll have our own swimming party
We'll
a train
I wouldn't have the heart
And next to the tracks
You find an apple cart
Maybe we'll stay at home
And be together no more to move alone
always chasing his tail
Til I found my nightingale
My nightingale
My pretty bird, she sings me love songs
They echo down my hall
I listen close, I memorize
as mince meat, won't be no battle scar
You tipped over our apple cart
They're not heroes they're victims
Create a effed up world, clap for people who die in
wizard who got back his sight
You brought the fire and I played with it
Got so tired of being tired
High and lonesome is a bitch
Deep carved valleys push
grew and you grew
Then one night we got the sign
So we drove down to Sacred Heart
At 4:57 on November 29
You landed in our apple cart
Now you're two
Low Key
what can it be, mr low key baller, laid back cuttin up, hip hop scholar,
hollar when you ready, we upsetting apple carts, enter in your
Flee Fly Flo Flum
Phoebe Hunt (BMI) © 2012
Standing on the corner between consequence and clover
There's an apple cart ahead and I have yet to turn
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