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 loves to pet and it fits you to a "T".
So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
'Till I come marching home.
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