paroles de chanson Stolen Apples Taste The Sweetest - Paul Kelly
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
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