Barry Manilow - Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree lyrics

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 'til I come marching home Don't go walking down lovers lane With anyone else but me Anyone else but me Anyone else but me No no no Don't go walking down lovers lane With anyone else but me 'til 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 loved to pet And fits you to a "T" So don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me 'til I come marching home 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 You're on your own When 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 'til you come marching home 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 'til you come marching home