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