Trip Applecheeks lyrics

Applecheeks by Trip

Applecheeks lyrics

Applecheeks

He picked her up a nice bunch of motorway roses 
And they stumbled into a photo booth and pulled some funny poses
He told her about his christian rock group, guns and moses 
He's glad she laughs at his crummy jokes 'cos no-one else does
As they went into the ghost-train at the fair she started playing footsie 
When they came out he was wearin' her lip balm like 
He was tootsie 
Then they got stuck on the ferris wheel and laughed at by the gypsies 
But she had her i-pod so they sat and 
Just listened to the pixies /

Teenagers in love all dewy eyed 
And she looks prettiest when she is shy 


She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold 
She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold
She better button up her coat 
She better button up her coat

So they went to the cinema on Saturday to watch a matinee in Chiswick 
The kinda girl who out the Jones' prefers Indiana to Bridget 
They came out of the first flick and then snuck into another one 
And whenever she got bored she French kissed him her Bubble-gum 
And afterwards they carved their names onto a park bench 
But in brackets they put Louis Lane & Clark Kent
And if you'd seen them at the station it would've made you heart wrench 
Shivering on the platform 'cos they missed the last train /

Teenagers in love all duey eyed 
And she looks prettiest when she is shy
She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold 
She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold 

She better button up her coat 
She better button up her coat.