Dont sit under - Gitte Jonsson

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I wrote my mother I wrote my father
And now Im writing you too
Im sure of mother Im sure of father
Now I wanna be 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
 Till I come marchin' 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
 Till I come marchin' home

 I just got word from a boy who heard from the boy next door to me
 The boy she met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
 So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home

Solo.

 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
 Anyone else but her, anyone else but me
 No! No! No!
 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
 Till I come marchin' home


 
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