Apple Pie Lyrics

Maybe it's the flu

Maybe it's a cold

Could be an apocalypse

But I know it ain't love

It ain't love

It ain't love

Tell me pretty lies

The fairest of them all

Lock me in a cage

Still not quite the love

Still not quite the love

This ain't love

It's a habit

Baby I'm a ratchet addict

Won't you lock me up in a cage?

Tell me that I should pray?

Two to three times a day

Mmm Mmm

Mmm Mmm

(but here I am waiting, I want your attention)

Feet aching

Room is spinning

A bunch of pick me's and a glass ceiling

A drink spilling

The clock's ticking

What am I chasing?

Are you gonna win it?

Win it?

Ta-ta-ra-ta

Tight dress, light head

All I see is red

Who are you?

You think you'll get ahead?

I don't think so honeybee

Now can you give me some room to breathe?

Unexpected? Well I'm offended

What do you mean I shouldn't be standing?

Come here, have a slice

'What is this?' you ask?

Apple Pie

Maybe it's the flu

Maybe it's a cold

Could be the end of days

But it ain't love

It ain't love

It ain't love

Tell me pretty lies

The fairest of them all

Lock me up again

Still not quite the love I want

This ain't love

It's a habit

Baby I'm a ratchet addict

Won't you lock me up in a cage?

Tell me that I should pray

Two to three times a day

Ain't it lame?

Boy, you ain't it, such a shame

It's true, I knew my heart would break

But here I am, waiting

I want your attention