Barry Manilow "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree" |
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 Till I come marching home Don't go walking down lovers lane With anyone else but me Anyone else but me Anyone else but me, no no no Don't go walking down lovers lane With anyone else but me Till I come marching home I just got word from a guy who heard From the guy next door to me The girl he met just loved to pet And fits you to a 'T' So don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me Till I come marching home Don't give out with those lips of yours To anyone else but me Anyone else but me Anyone else but me, no no no Watch the girls on the foreign shores You'll have to report to me When you come marching home You're on your own when there is no phone And I can't keep tab on you Be fair to me, I'll guarantee This is one thing that I'll do I won't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but you Till you come marching home Don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me I know the apple tree Is reserved for you and me And I'll be true Till you come marching home Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |