This many boyfriends walk her home This many boyfriends ring the phone Lori, Lori whats the story? All those boys think you are boring They just see those bobby socks Not whats beneath those curly locks It makes me mad When I see them make you sad Sometimes I wanna be real bad And shove those words back down their throat Lori, Lori whats the story? Lets go do some apple coring We will bake an apple pie Maybe that will dry your eyes The ovens warm How come your hands are so cold? Lori, Lori whats the hurry? So they think theyre judge and jury The reason we cause such a flurry Is theyll never love so purely We tip over apple carts With the pounding of our hearts Lori, Lori dont you worry Well have our own swimming party Well swim up and well swim back Now youre sitting in my lap And theres one thing I forgot I love Lori a lot
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