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Tunes.
January 21, 2005
Two songs I like:
Material Girl
Written by Peter Brown and Robert Rans
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're O.K.
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away.
They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light, that's right
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right, 'cause we are
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl.
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That's all right with me
If they can't raise my interest then I
Have to let them be.
Some boys try and some boys lie but
I don't let them play
Only boys who save their pennies
Make my rainy day, 'cause they are
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl.
Living in a material world (material)
Living in a material world
Living in a material world (material)
Living in a material world
Boys may come and boys may go
And that's all right you see
Experience has made me rich
And now they're after me, 'cause everybody's
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
A material, a material, a material, a material world
Living in a material world (material)
Living in a material world.
Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree
Written by Lew Brown / Charles Tobias / Sam H. Stept
{male vocals}
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 marchin' home.
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
No! No! No!
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me,
Till I come marchin' 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 marchin' home.
{female vocals}
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 marchin' 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 gettin' the third degree,
When you come marchin' 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 marchin' home.
{all}
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 marchin' home.
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