The apple fell small distance from the tree that it called mum
In those shadows it became what apples do become
A granny smith, from granny smith, so each stems from it's kind
And that is how 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
We've been through this before
