Rotten Apple

She'll give you the razor
She'll give you the knife
She'll even help you make the cut
And then ask for her bite

She's no good
She's trashy, wrapped up in her greed
The rotten apple of my eye
Can see the weak spot in me

She says: Give me a penny
Give me a pound
Ach, give me your wallet
Need to buy another round

She says, I'll loan you my heart
If you sell me your soul
She was my first Queen of everything
I was only her last fool

She'll blind you with passion
When she gives you the eye
She's a muse, yes, she's a harridan
Past mistress of the lie

She'll love you
She'll relieve you of all honour and shame
The rotten apple of my eye
Can see I love her all the same