Newtons Apple

I’ll carve ini[A/Ab]tials in it,
I’ll play until I win.
I’m going to l[A/Ab]ove you till I break.
I’m going to fa[A/Ab]n your sweet flame,
I’m going to sing your sweet name.
And I’m going to l[A/Ab]ove you till you shake.

’Cause I’m on the road to happiness
and the cool, cool streams of love.
I’m gonna get myself so dirty/filthy
rolling in the mud.
I’ve got my eye on bigger things
and the blue-er skies above.
So I’ll shoot Newton’s apple,
and I’ll climb up on high.

I love you god as witness,
so I can’t bear to watch this.
Your little heart left in the sun.

3 cheers for Hollywood.
‘Cause there’s gold in them thar hills,
And I’m gonna get my hands on some.