One bad apple
I call upon the people here
To knock me to the ground
Finish of my life forever
For i never want to be found
I hate the way my life's become
Ive wasted all my days
Inside i am a wicked woman
And i shall never change my ways
One bad apple fell to the ground
From the tallest of the trees
Bound to break the hearts of men
That apple was to become me
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