Stolen Apples Taste The Sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

See them hanging in the pale moonlight

You won't feel those cuts and bruises

As you reach out for your prize in the night

Pluck them down and take that very first bite

"Don't tell anyone our secrets"

Said the farmer to his darling wife

Oh no, don't tell me

"There are some here in the districts

Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old life

Oh, sweetheart, won't you pass me the paring knife?"

Stolen apples plucked down in their prime

Stolen apples hanging heavy on my mind

Heavy on, heavy on my mind, oh, my mind

Oh, my mind

Eve called Adam in the garden

"Hey Adam, come over here and look at these, won't you try some?"

"Oh, no," said Adam, "Ain't that forbidden"

"Come on now, baby," said Eve, "What could be wrong

What could be wrong with just one little one?"

So Adam bit and cried out, "That's the bomb, that's the bomb"

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest