Apple - 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