I wrote my mother, I wrote my father And now I'm writing you too I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father And now I wanna be sure, very sure of you
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Otherwise we'll chop it, chop it down and keep you locked at home Home, home, home, sweet home
Don't go walkin' down lover's lane with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no Don't go walkin' down lover's lane with anyone else but me Otherwise we'll trip you, trip you up and send you right back home Home, home, home, sweet home
Just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me There's a girl out there who just fix her hair And can bring a man to his knees So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Otherwise we'll chop it, chop it down to keep you locked at home
Don't you sit under that tree with anyone apart from me You'll never get away from me, no, no, not if you were using our tree Why would you sit under that apple tree with anyone but me? I'm by far the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, ever, ever seen
Don't you walk down lover's lane with anyone apart from me 'Cause If I see you walking down the lane someone other That will be end of you and that's no lie Don't go walkin' down lover's lane with anyone else but me Or you'll go marchin' home
So don't go walkin' down the lover's lane Oh, walkin' down the lover's lane if you want me I've always been the jealous type, then we'll go arm in arm Sit down under the apple tree, baby just you and me Oh, you best believe we'll lock you up and throw away the keyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
