v1 She is painted glass and I'm color by the numbers. She's out pickin' flowers, while I'm checkin off my blunders, like a black hole in the universe, she'll suck all your light away, ‘cause I’m Tennessee whiskey and she's diet lemonade. It's apples and oranges v2 I'm up well past midnight, she's fast asleep by 9. she used to be a missionary, now she likes it from behind her perpetual wall of silence, my sexual house of pain. Her acid left me bitter, but my seed left her insane. It's Apples and Oranges! Apples and Oranges! (short Solo 1) On Sunday she's in church, while I’m calling God in bed. She's kneeling at the alter, I’m retching at the head, of this ridiculous communion, her wafer on my tongue, that keeps me in the grove at night and my orchids in the sun. solo 2 apples and oranges in sweet and sour mash add some homemade Tequilla she gets hotter by the glass roll up a big ole fatty she'll go down nice for shore cause she's so sweet and sticky and I am rotten to the core (Solo 2) It's Apples and Oranges x4
