I couldn’t count my fortune
My fortune sits all day 
in my apple of
in my apple of a love

See me today
I been worn away
with floating away
he oughta know

Going around and around
going around ‘cause
I hate what you aren’t but you are the
king of the world

In your root you shoot like stars
and you feel so fat
like a diplomat
and [bad word] me so fine
over my line

You like me some days
then take my money away
won’t you obey?