Poised Little Apple

Songtekst

[Verse 1] On the parlor table, dressed in satin red, A little silver crown balanced on her head. Candles make a circle, bats cross the moon, She checks her reflection in a teaspoon. [Pre-Chorus] She doesn’t scare easy, she doesn’t break stride, With a stem like a scepter and seeds tucked inside. [Chorus] Oh, poised little apple, queen of the night, You hold your chin high in the candlelight. While the ghosts go spinning and the black cats race, You keep your cool with a perfectly calm face. Oh, poised little apple, polished and proud, Halloween bows when you roll through the crowd. [Verse 2] A pumpkin tells a joke; she gives one raised brow, The skeleton offers a dance—“Not now.” A witch drops her broom by the garden gate, The apple says, “Darling, composure is fate.” [Pre-Chorus] She doesn’t scare easy, she doesn’t break stride, With a stem like a scepter and seeds tucked inside. [Chorus] Oh, poised little apple, queen of the night, You hold your chin high in the candlelight. While the ghosts go spinning and the black cats race, You keep your cool with a perfectly calm face. Oh, poised little apple, polished and proud, Halloween bows when you roll through the crowd. [Bridge] Midnight tolls and the room turns cold, She keeps her posture, brave and bold. One tiny bite, then a wink to the moon— “Same time next October. I’m leaving soon.” [Final Chorus] Oh, poised little apple, queen of the night, You hold your chin high in the candlelight. While the ghosts go spinning and the black cats race, You keep your cool with a perfectly calm face. Oh, poised little apple, polished and proud, Halloween bows when you roll through the crowd. [Outro] Satin red, silver crown, Poised little apple, never rolls down.