The apple fell small distance from The tree that it called "mum" And in those shadows it became What apples do become A Granny Smith from Granny Smith So each stems from its kind And that is why I should have known How could I be so blind? Your mother, though a charm at times Fell short of character Your mother went from man to man And you were prone to flirt Now looking back it seems unfair To have expected more From someone who my wiser friends Identified a whore And yes, that word is strong but true And so is my resolve To be the man that I should be And leave you with the dogs (And you're leading me on Your eyes give it away Don't hold out on me What your lips won't say) We've been through this before