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You know I still dream about that apple pie
She baked for me
When she thought she would try
To make me her sweetheart
In the month of July
I can still feel the heat
Looking back it almost hurts
On a love so fine
It was just like dessert
I wore it on my sleeve
All over my shirt
The memory is still sweet
Apple pie, apple pie
Every little thing it would signify
My, oh my, it was just a simple guy
All I ever wanted was a piece of apple pie
Well then she reconsidered
Gosh she thought it was a crime
A symbol of oppression
You remember those times
It perpetuated servitude
And undermined
Her new found self esteem
It didn't really matter
That it tasted good
It was clearly patriarchal
That was understood
I just didn't get it
I never would
Our love was doomed you see
Apple pie, apple pie
Every little thing it would signify
My, oh my, it was just a simple guy
All I ever wanted was a piece of apple pie
Yeah
Well after all of this
I was never the same
I wandered the streets
Just calling her name
I lost thirty pounds
As I overcame
This love of apple pie
Apple pie, apple pie
Every little thing it would signify
My, oh my, it was just a simple guy
All I ever wanted was a piece of apple pie
One piece of apple pie
Yeah
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