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Criss Cross Applesauce

πŸ‘€ Dear Me β€’ 🎼 Criss Cross Applesauce β€’ ⏱️ 2:54
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⏱️ 2:54 duration
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πŸ“œ Lyrics

Waking up next to another one
Trying to avoid eye contact, as it would scare us
Like staring down the barrel of a gun
It would make the other human again, capable of feelings
We shut this down because we tell ourselves we don't need it
That we don't ache for just a little bit of love
(It's just too damn hard to admit!)
Yet we still sleep around because we like the intimacy
Trapped in a bed until the sun comes
Because we lost ourselves, literally
Criss cross applesauce
Said we're hanging with your friends at lunch
(Hanging with your friends at lunch)
I'm ditching fifth again
So we can rendezvous in the bedroom
My grades are starting to suffer, baby
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
All my homies are starting to hate me
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
And maybe, in another life
I'm sitting on the sand and staring at the sea
But here, I'm always a sea crashing at your feet
My love language is your name
So I'll say it over and over again
I was writing about you before I met you
I didn't wanna run away
I just wanted you to find me
Criss cross applesauce
Said we're hanging with your friends at lunch
(Hanging with your friends at lunch)
I'm ditching fifth again
So we can rendezvous in the bedroom
My grades are starting to suffer, baby
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
All my homies are starting to hate me
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
And I'll never forget that Autumn day
You followed me into the library during our lunch break
You said, "AndrΓ©s
What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
I said "Babe, listen,
A motherfucking rockstar"
She said, "You should be a doctor"
But why the fuck would I be a doctor?
She said, "My parents will like you better"
Well, fuck your parents, bitch
Criss cross applesauce
Said we're hanging with your friends at lunch
(Hanging with your friends at lunch)
I'm ditching fifth again
So we can rendezvous in the bedroom
My grades are starting to suffer, baby
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
All my homies are starting to hate me
(Ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma, ooh ma)
I'm addicted to the feeling
I'm higher than the ceiling
Even the ceiling won't break my fall

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