I'd Rather Kiss a Tarantula

The apple fell small distance from

The tree that it called mum

And in those shadows it became

What apples do become

A Granny Smith from Granny Smith

So each stems from its kind

And that is why I should have known

How could I be so blind

Your mother though a charm at times

Fell short of character

Your mother went from man to man

And you were prone to flirt

Now looking back it seems unfair

To have expected more

From someone who my wiser friends

Identified a w***e

And yes that word is strong but true

And so is my resolve

To be the man that I should be

And leave you with the dogs

And you're leading me on

Your eyes give it away

Don't hold out on me

What your lips won't say

We've been through this before