Album: Best of The Puppini Sisters

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I'm writin 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
Ohterwise 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

I 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
Ohterwise we'll chop it, chop it down and 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 donw the lane with someone other
That would be the end of you and that's no lie
Don't go walking down Lover's lane with anyone else but me
Or you'll go marching home

So don't go walkin' down to lovers 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 key

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