Little Cindy
Cindy climbs an apple tree, like a work of art
If all men were apple pies she could have them a la carte
She jumped into his arms, that’s where it all began
Swore he was the prettiest thing that ever was a mortal man

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Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy child
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
You know you’re just too wild

She took him to her front porch and handed him a broom
When she saw him sweep that floor, she took him straight to the bedroom
She handed him her clothes, she handed him the sheet
Then took him to the laundry room and said, “Cold wash and high heat”

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He asked her to dance, she asked him, “What for?”
But when she heard that music play, she was the first one on the floor
Her feet battered the floorboards like good ol’ fish and chips
And when she heard that ol’ banjo, she really swayed her hips

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