Stolen Apples Taste the Sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

See them hanging in the pale moonlight

You wont feel those cuts and bruises

As you reach out for your prize in the night

Pluck them down and take that very first biteDont 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, wont you pass 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 mindEve called Adam in the garden

Hey Adam, come over here and look at these, wont 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, Thats the bomb, thats the bombStolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetestStolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest