Apple Juice

Slap me little skin with a five finger discount With ten toes how high can you count Never play marbles with a snake eyed shooter Even it you wanted you could never ever use her If she were there for the taking, making love to the pope Under apple trees in snake skin robes And every other night when it's time to unwind She reclines with a smile and her legs open wide Her loins burn inside He denies so she cries He can not win so he submits to her whines He can't take it God I want it, god I want it, I don't want it, god I want it I don't want it, I don't want it, god I want it, I don't want it I want it now and I want it how and I will not stop till I've got the power She could break it, goodness sake it, even if she had to fake it Whenever she wants but he can't take it