Choosing a girl to love is like going to the store.
You're carrying 99 cents and all you need is just one apple
You search and search and there it is
This apple is perfect, no brown spots, perfect.

You take it to the cashier, she smiles and says:
'What a wonderful choice young man, that 'll be one dollar.'
You cringe, you thought this was the day.
The day you would return home with the perfect apple

Make sure you get enough money in time
Cause when a guy with 5 dollars swoops by
He might take your perfect apple along with 4 others

You run home, searching every corner and every spot
Nothing, return to the store, begging for that apple
'I'm sorry to say so but I sold that apple a second ago.'