Текст песни Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi

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
Til I come marching 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
Til I come marching home

I just got word from a guy who Heard from the guy next door to
Me that the girl he met just loves To pet and it fits you to a "T"
So don't sit under the Apple tree With anyone else but me
Til 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 girl's on the foreign Shores
You'll have to report to me
When you come marching home

Don't hold anyone on your knee
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee
You're getting the third degree
When you come marching home

You're on your own where there is
No phone and I can't keep tabs 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
Til 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 til you come Marching home