Stolen apples taste the sweetest See them hanging in the pale moonlight You won't feel those cuts and bruises As you reach out for your prize in the night Pluck them down and take that very first bite ?Don't tell anyone our secrets? Said the farmer to his darling wife Oh no, don't tell me ?There are some here in the districts Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old life Oh, sweetheart, won't you pa** me the paring knife?? Stolen apples plucked down in their prime Stolen apples hanging heavy on my mind Heavy on, heavy on my mind, oh, my mind
Oh, my mind Eve called Adam in the garden ?Hey Adam, come over here and look at these, won't you try some?? ?Oh, no,? said Adam,?Ain't that forbidden? ?Come on now, baby,? said Eve,?What could be wrong What could be wrong with just one little one?? So Adam bit and cried out,?That's the bomb, that's the bomb? Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest Stolen apples taste the sweetest