Trip - Applecheeks lyrics

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He picked her up a nice bunch of motorway roses

And they stumbled into a photo booth and pulled some funny poses

He told her about his christian rock group, guns and moses

He's glad she laughs at his crummy jokes 'cos no-one else does

As they went into the ghost-train at the fair she started playing footsie

When they came out he was wearin' her lip balm like

He was tootsie

Then they got stuck on the ferris wheel and laughed at by the gypsies

But she had her i-pod so they sat and

Just listened to the pixies

Teenagers in love all dewy eyed

And she looks prettiest when she is shy

She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold

She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold

She better button up her coat

She better button up her coat

So they went to the cinema on Saturday to watch a matinee in Chiswick

The kinda girl who out the Jones' prefers Indiana to Bridget

They came out of the first flick and then snuck into another one

And whenever she got bored she French kissed him her Bubble-gum

And afterwards they carved their names onto a park bench

But in brackets they put Louis Lane & Clark Kent

And if you'd seen them at the station it would've made you heart wrench

Shivering on the platform 'cos they missed the last train

Teenagers in love all duey eyed

And she looks prettiest when she is shy

She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold

She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold

She better button up her coat

She better button up her coat.