Apple, Apple how you tug me
Apple, Apple come and hug me
Your CNC-ed aluminum blocks
Give me ana'lactic shocks
Trade my analogic smiles
To stimulate your dijjy dials
Watches are so 19th century
Step into the 4th dimensionally
No more skinny jeans for me
I will wear you on my knee
Apple, Apple do not shrug me
Apple, Apple come and mug me
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