Apple (Worm Hole mix)

She looks like an apple
 but I fear she deceives me.
 She's just out there
 to taunt me and tease me.
 Why does she do it?
 I barely resist.
 Her shape so tempting.
 Her behavior insists.
 She must be an apple.
 I'll just take a bite.
 She must be an apple.
 Perfectly ripe.
 She sways above me
 and pleads to be picked.
 She wants me to take her
 but I fear I'm being tricked.
 Why does she do it?
 Her sweet smell surrounds me.
 Too good to be true.
 The illusion confounds me.
 She must be an apple.
 I'll just take a bite.
 She must be an apple.
 Perfectly ripe.
 As my trembling hand
 plucks her from oblivious tree,
 I soon join the ranks
 of poor Adam and Eve.
 We ruined it for everyone
 with one simple bite.
 We just couldn't resist,
 try as we might.
 She isn't an apple.
 I've just been fooled.
 She isn't an apple.
 Her deception was cruel.
 She isn't an apple.
 I fear I might faint.
 She isn't an apple.
 Just an orange in red paint.