Underneath the apple tree
Where summer passions still run wild
Lays a day-dreaming red-headed girl
With liquid eyes and a heart that's mild.
Beneath every layer of skin
Is a red-hot blood waiting for soul
She has so many skeletons in her mind
A thousand secrets that go untold.
Her skin all porcelain smiles
Her eyes so dear, her hair like wire
She's seen more than you ever will
And now her sullen eyes are tired.
Mother nature senses her thoughts
An orange cloud of past regrets
She's the child who creates herself.
She's the child no one forgets.
