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You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down SouthShe's so sweet the honeybees swarm around her mouthGet along home Cindy, Cindy get along homeGet along home Cindy, Cindy I'll marry you somedayFirst I seen Cindy, she was standin' in the doorHer shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all over the floorShe kissed me and she hugged me, she called me a sugarplumShe thrown her arms around me and called me a sugarplumI wished I had a nickel, wished I had a dimeI give it to my Cindy to love me all the timeShe took me to her parlor, she called me with her fanShe said I was the prettiest thing to dream a mortal manI wished I was an apple, a-hangin' on a treeEv'rytime that Cindy would pass me by, she take a bite of meOh, Cindy is a pretty girl, Cindy is a peachShe threw her arms around my neck and hung on like a leach From Letras Mania