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When I first met you, babe |
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I was green as I could be |
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When I first met you, babe |
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Lord, I was green as I could be |
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And then you know, I let you in my garden |
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And you went straight for my cherry tree |
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You didn't touch my apples |
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And you didn't want my plums |
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You just, you wham bam with your axe, baby |
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And you didn't leave me none |
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Oh, baby, don't you remember me? |
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'Cause I'm sure that you're the one who |
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Who chopped down my cherry tree |
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Now answer me, babe |
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And don't just tell a lie |
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Did you pick all of my cherries |
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And just leave 'em out to dry? |
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Oh, baby, don't you remember me? |
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'Cause I'm sure that you're the one who |
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Who chopped down my cherry tree |
