Apple Bomb

I said God In the trees its lovely But its lonely With a bone He will try to clone me Make a mother There will be another me Your Mom When the bomb exploded Overloaded Eaten fruit birthday suit decoded I decided You would like another mom Bomb Bomb Bomb Marry me lucky tree You're my tree and you're my three When you burn Now I'm free To find me . . . . Number four And number four can marry me Bomb Bomb Bomb. . . . Just like me Final tree You're lovely But you're lonely. . . I will clone thee Little tree