Don’t Bite Too Much Out Of The Apple

In my younger days
I was in search of big romance
But I never got the girl
You see I didn't even stand a chance
For it wasn't meant to be
My spirit dictates to me
That once I've held a girl in my arms
Then I must set her free

When I left the UK
I had nothing on my mind
I came to New York City
To see what I would find
I hoped that maybe
I'd need somebody
A sweet girl to breath all the life
Back into me

Into me
Oh na na na
Into me
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Into me
Into me
Into me

Now I got to thinking
Of a girl I left behind
Ah she's beautiful, maybe destiny's
Caught my spirit way off its' guard
She writes letters to me
They're as sweet as can be
They say 'Don't bit too much out of the apple
And forget about me'

Ah she writes letters to me
They're as sweet as can be
They say 'Don't bit too much out of the apple
And forget about me'

Ah they say 'Don't bit too much out of the apple'
Don't bite the bad apple
They say 'Don't bit too much out of the apple
And forget about me'