Julia Michaels - Apple Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Apple By Julia Michaels?
Oh, I'd rather be kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want I smell like a rose, can I have you in doses? No, I don't wanna fight, but I will if you like I don't swim, I just dive right into those blue-green eyes No, I don't wanna fight, I just, I just wanna be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want And da da da da da da The sun in our eyes, this love is blind Let's not decide whether we're too far gone 'Cause I'd rather be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want (That's what I want) Oh oh, oh, oh da-da-dumn That's what I Dum da-da-dum, oh That's what I |
Who Wrote Apple By Julia Michaels?
Julia Michaels
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What's The Duration Of The Apple By Julia Michaels?The duration of Apple is 2:48 minutes and seconds. |
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