Baby, can you read this mind?
Because I won’t say a word.
I’d rather hide myself inside
of this ruby-tinted world. But if you
looked behind these colored glasses,
you would find that darling, it’s not
love, it’s just another trick of the eye.
When I dream of Jean, prior to
the goblin Queen, it’s the thought
that counts on me to cheat.
But you will always find me in
this white hot room for three
keeping Frost and fire waiting
willing on their knees. You see,
every girl is an apple. Yes, every
girl is an apple. Every girl
is an apple in my one red eye.
Marvelous girl, let me enter
yours; I’ll show you mine. Just know
that I keep one foot out the door
and in her mind in a fantasy: I lose
control of you and then escape,
then when you’re gone I tell myself
that it’s too late because every girl
is an apple. Yes, every girl is
an apple. Every girl is an apple
in my one red eye,
and if looks
could kill, then this could be love
-ly to see you again, in life
or ’til death do us part.