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 Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
 Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
 Don't go walking down Lover's 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 tee
 So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
 Till I come marching home
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 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
 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 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
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 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