She's just sixteen and she's
not yet grown,
She never goes out on her
own.
She lives way up on the Avenue
of Trees,
Where I chanced to walk in
the cool night breeze.
And I, I see her face, her
smile, her hair,
I cry, "Oh, uh uh uh uh, uh
uh uh uh."
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
You're the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie,
pie,
Huh uh, huh uh, huh uh.
She came on walking down the
avenue and I said,
"Baby, can I come in, baby,
can I come in
And love you one more time
?"
She said, "I love you, babe."
I said, "D-d-d-do you, whoa
woman, do you,
Do you love me ?"
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
You're the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie.
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