Текст песни Julia Michaels - Apple

Oh, I'd rather be kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sandIn your apartment on the weekendsLift up my dress to see where you've beenThat's what I want and that's where I amBite off an apple right from your fridgeCome here and taste it right off my lipsSpill your emotions into my handsThat's what I wantI smell like a rose, can I have you in doses?No, I don't wanna fight, but I will if you likeI don't swim, I just dive right into those blue-green eyesNo, I don't wanna fight, I just, I just wanna beKissing in Summer, somewhere in the sandIn your apartment on the weekendsLift up my dress to see where you've beenThat's what I want and that's where I amBite off an apple right from your fridgeCome here and taste it right off my lips

Spill your emotions into my handsThat's what I wantAnd da da da da da daThe sun in our eyes, this love is blindLet's not decide whether we're too far gone'Cause I'd rather beKissing in Summer, somewhere in the sandIn your apartment on the weekendsLift up my dress to see where you've beenThat's what I want and that's where I amBite off an apple right from your fridgeCome here and taste it right off my lipsSpill your emotions into my handsThat's what I want (that's what I want)Oh oh, oh, oh da-da-dumnThat's what IDum da-da-dum, ohThat's what I
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