Apple Pie

Walkin' through the ghetto on a Sunday afternoon
 Now I was graced by beauty
 Caught it shinin' off the moon
 But I saw her and she saw me
 Then we got together respectively
 No, she was talking about love love love
 Talk about, now I'm talkin' 'bout love
 Now boppin' to the left of me and boppin' to the right
 I bopped that mama so damn good
 I knocked the nasty out of sight
 I said, "Hey, little girl, who do you dig?"
 Said, "Any kinda lover wants to pay for my crib."
 No, she was talkin' 'bout love love love
 Talk about, just talkin' 'bout love
 My my my, to taste is to die
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Oh let me tell you another thing or two
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Dig
 Now April was the season and it also was her name
 I had that girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name
 Could it be June or could it be May?
 Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?
 Just talkin' 'bout love, love, love
 I'm talkin' 'bout, just talkin' 'bout love
 My my my, to taste is to die,
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Oh let me tell you another thing or two
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Here we go
 Gonna take a piece right out of the sky
 Well now April was the season and it also was her name
 Had the girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name
 Could it be June or could it be May?
 Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?
 Oh, honey, I'm talkin' 'bout love
 I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout love
 My my my, to taste is to die
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Oh let me tell you another thing or two
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Speed it up
 Oh let me tell you another thing or two
 You're gonna taste like apple pie
 Oh let me tell you another thing or two
 You're gonna taste like apple pie