cindy, cindy
elvis presley
wish i was an apple dangling from a tree
every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
i'd sit up on your shoulder
told them that i love you
say it till the cows come home
need you in the morning to start the coffee pot
need you in the afternoon to fan me when i'm hot
need you in the evening when supper time is through
what i'm really tryin' to say is i can't get enough of you
if i were a musician i'd harp on just one thing
you should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
if only you would love me
i need two charms about me baby to have the whole world know