Such a Big Apple Single

Thank you to the Big Apple, from one of your wee worms,
eaten to the core with envy that I can’t bend you to my terms.
You don’t care how I wiggle, how I whistle, or if I giggle,
but oh, you’re such a Big Apple, and how you do love to make me work.

I don’t walk these streets; I time-travel,
I skip between worlds, and tongues,
and I pleasantly unravel,
become nothing but my shoes on cement.

Thank you to the Big Apple, I’m trying to put a shine on you.
I’m sitting here and trying to grapple, how to get a bite in, too.
But, you don’t care how I wiggle, how I whistle, or if I giggle,
but oh, you’re such a Big Apple, and how you do love to make me work.

I don’t drive here so much as defend my crown.
I see barely more than I see through.
We’re on display even when we’re underground,
so we stiffen, dive in, and subdue.

Thank you to the Big Apple, from one of your wee worms,
eaten to the core with envy that I can’t bend you to my terms.
Oh, you don’t care how I wiggle, how I whistle, or if I giggle,
but oh, you’re such a Big Apple, and how you do love to make me work.