I wrote my mother. I wrote my father. And now I'm writing you too. I'm sure of mother. I'm sure of father. Now I wanna be sure of you Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I wrote my mother. I wrote my father. And now I'm writing you too. I'm sure of mother. I'm sure of father. Now I wanna be sure of you Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
never stay mad at her. Oh my, oh my, i'm in, love. She got everything i want. She my butterfly, my honeybee. She my lemon, she my apple tree (Sour and sweet). For no reason, i'll be cheesin. She look me