The Big Apple:

I am an eyeball
You are my Apple,
Come on over here
Give me a sample.

I get no nighty night
It's due to my insomnia,
I can't close my eye
For my burnt cornea.

Your so sexy to see
And so nice to hear,
Yet so sensitive
I may shed a tear.

It's nice to see you
How you been looking,
Are you seeing anyone
What you got cooking.

You sure are so fine
Your curves and your lines,
And that's good for me
Yeah that's a good sign.

Are you taken or together
Looking to settle down,
And have some real fun
As the talk of the town.

I love your eye color
Look it matches mine too,
Because for the both of us
We have eyes that are blue.

You are so out of sight
I could never look away,
As good as you look
It should be a shame.

For you are the Apple
The Big Apple of my eye,
For you are the biggest reason
My eyes hate saying good-bye.