What was the first real fruit you ate?
Was it succulent son, tell me was it sweet
Or was it sour, did she sing you the meanest blues
Son, tell us truthfully
Did she keep you amused for hours?
Did her passion bite your lip & taste of cherry
Was it succulent son, tell me was it sweet for you
Did that first taste sign your fate?
When you sunk down
Did you have then to scramble out of town?
Tell me, son, was it other worldly,
And after the thunder shook the tree bough
What did you do…?
Tell me son under this apple orchard sun,
Was it an angel or a mean old devil fired your gun.
What was the first real fruit you ate?
Was it succulent son, tell me was it sweet
Did she smile & make you savour her awhile
Son, tell us truthfully
Did she smile like an angel or sing like a whore?
Tell me, son, after you ate did you want any more.
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