Apples

I've been sucking down apples into my gut
All night,
Cause that's all I've got
Lala, lalalalalalala
I love that girl...
Lala, lalalalalalala

Dada, dadadadada
I love that girl...
Dadada
Cause she's all I've got..
Sucking down apples into my gut
All night,
Apples and split pea soup
With her..
I love that girl...
Dada, lalalala
Oooo dada,
Lalalalala

Somewhere last night I found her
Corner of my room,
Crying in a curled up ball of snot and
It's not and
Blood and guts...
I love her... so very much
Lalalala
Apples and
I love her and
What can I do...
What can I say?
What can be done about her??
Any more?
Any way?