Songtext von The Apple

So blame me But you didn't see me do it Poor baby, please Trouble has always grown on trees So blame me But you didn't see me do it Poor baby, please Trouble has always grown on trees And I don't care what you say to me Ha! I don't even like blue eyes They're usually too light I don't even like things that are so bright I can't stand the glare So take this if you dare Then you can belong to me And you can be wrong for me So blame me But you didn't see me do it Poor baby, please Trouble has always grown on trees I don't care what you say You're just being fake I'm telling the truth Like I do always You'd do it too, if you were brave The sweetest things are often laced And you can be wrong for me Mirror, mirror on the wall If I can't have one, I'll take them all I'll take Gael Garcia Bernal I'll take a man that I can haunt And who can be wrong for me Who will be all wrong for me