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Some people call me a bad apple
Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet
Some people call me a bad apple
But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

I've got the notion to tell you about my history, people
I've got the notion to tell you about how I came up in the world yeah
Now look, I used to go to school and act a clown and fool

She was the secret daughter of Marilyn Monroe
You couldn't guess the father if you don't know
Joan Crawford adopted, called her baby Jane
We all knew her by a different name

Barbie, the untold story
Just remember, you heard it first from me
Barbie, the untold story

BOOGIE RIDE
Come on what's up les rue and I just wanna talk to you
Umm hm Hey hey I want you to send a little love my way
Hmm mm I want to turn the world around
Chase away all the blues and frowns
Say why oh my won't you give a little love on high
Hmm mmm Take me for a boogie ride, take me for a boogie ride
We'll shoop the shoop, hip over on the boop, take me for a boogie ride

Tank is full, switch is on
Night is warm, cops are gone
Rocket bike is all her own
It's called a hurricane

She told me once it's quite a ride
It's shaped so there's this place inside
Where if you're moving you can hide

If it wasn't for the night
So cold this time of year
The stars would never shine so bright
So beautiful and clear

I have walked this road alone
My thin coat against the chill
When the light in me was gone

I love your sense of humor
I love to see you smile
I love your sense of balance
I love your sense of time

I love your music in the morning
Your rhythm in the night
But it's your kindness

I've got you right beside me
But you've got him on your mind
But I said I would drive you
'Cause I've got time on my side

See I don't want to get there
Trying to turn you around
'Cause you're on your way back down

Billy cut his hair last night
The cops said he didn't look right
For our town
We sell poultry, eggs and meat, but
Your kind don't shop on this street
In our town

And it's a funny thing

Could be the one, could be tonight
A love that would feel so right
You look in his eyes, he pours the wine
They shine in the candlelight

It's easy to laugh, easy to smile
Except when the service was slow
Then he was cruel, suddenly mean

Well, I don't look all that ragged
For all the time it's been
But I'm weakened underneath me
Where my frame is rusted thin
And this year's state inspection,
I just barely passed
Won't you drive me 'cross the country, boy
This year could be my last

There's no sense in talking about music, no
Talking of sex can be done
I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all
The directness of sex is more fun

And the road that will lead you to both of them
Is known for the races and wrecks
But there's less of a mystery in music

I got a weakness for strong chemistry
One touch - all my resolutions change
I can say this is no good for me
But I'm back for more of the same
High on the ecstasy - medication against the pain
Our bodies fit desperately together
Like a needle against a vein

With this tattoo you make a promise of who you are and what you think

this will be your binding contract written down in blood and ink

She had a life to live, the day she left home

She vowed no surrender, No company drone