Sitting here within the arms of McEwen
Staring at the wall
Something catches my eye
Who's that circular guy?
Peering at us all
Something's stirring in my veins
What is it about your misshapen ways?
The crescent of the single crowning seed
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
Every time I go to my twelve o'clock lunch
I'm plagued with the mysteries of you
I can't eat
No, I can't even sleep
My stomach's in knots and my head is reeling
The doctors don't know what to do
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
Fruit
There's a part of you I can't describe
First I wanna eat you up
And then I wanna ride
Tell me, apple can you answer me?
You gotta tell me what to do
I can't hold myself back no more
I gotta get inside of you
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?
I gotta know
I gotta know oh
Are you an apple?
Or are you a vagina?