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You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down South She's so sweet the honeybees swarm around her mouth Get along home Cindy, Cindy get along home Get along home Cindy, Cindy I'll marry you someday First I seen Cindy, she was standin' in the door Her shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all over the floor She kissed me and she hugged me, she called me a sugarplum She thrown her arms around me and called me a sugarplum I wished I had a nickel, wished I had a dime I give it to my Cindy to love me all the time She took me to her parlor, she called me with her fan She said I was the prettiest thing to dream a mortal man I wished I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree Ev'rytime that Cindy would pass me by, she take a bite of me Oh, Cindy is a pretty girl, Cindy is a peach She threw her arms around my neck and hung on like a leach From Letras Mania