The Apple

So blame me
 But you didn't see me do it
 Poor baby, please
 Trouble has always grown on trees
 So blame me
 But you didn't see me do it
 Poor baby, please
 Trouble has always grown on trees
 And I don't care what you say to me
 Ha!
 I don't even like blue eyes
 They're usually too light
 I don't even like things that are so bright
 I can't stand the glare
 So take this if you dare
 Then you can belong to me
 And you can be wrong for me
 So blame me
 But you didn't see me do it
 Poor baby, please
 Trouble has always grown on trees
 I don't care what you say
 You're just being fake
 I'm telling the truth
 Like I do always
 You'd do it too, if you were brave
 The sweetest things are often laced
 And you can be wrong for me
 Mirror, mirror on the wall
 If I can't have one, I'll take them all
 I'll take Gael Garcia Bernal
 I'll take a man that I can haunt
 And who can be wrong for me
 Who will be all wrong for me