Apple

I picked an apple for you to say
 I love you, I need you, I want you to stay
 I placed it up high on my shelf for a day
 And longed for a bite as it rotted away
 It goes, it goes, it just goes to shows
 That anything can happen
 Oh woes, woes, pile up to your nose
 'Cause good enough just isn't good enough
 Ba Dum Pomme, Pomme, Pomme
 A brush and a comb and a mirror and blade
 A horse and a cart and a river and glade
 Every note, every voice, every song ever played
 All collected and lovingly at your feet laid
 I'll kiss your closed eyes so the love will not show
 I'll bask in your radiance that dulls the sun's glow
 I'll sing so softly that no air will blow
 And no one will know
 And no one will know
 It goes, it goes, it just goes to shows
 That anything can happen
 Oh woes, woes, pile up to your nose
 'Cause good enough just isn't good enough
 Ba Dum Pomme, Pomme, Pomme
 If you would but ask I could turn myself blue
 By pausing the rhythm that pushes blood through
 Or I'd stoke up the fire, blush a blazing red hue
 For I gave you my heart and it pulses for you
 It goes, it goes, it just goes to shows
 That anything can happen
 Oh woes, woes, pile up to your nose
 'Cause good enough just isn't good enough
 Ba Dum Pomme, Pomme, Pomme