Cindy, Cindy
(
Dolores Fuller, Buddy Kaye,
Ben Weisman)
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away
I'd sit up on your shoulder baby and sing to you all day
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home with me
I wrote it in a letter, carved it on a tree
Told it to a honeycomb, told it to a bee
Told them that I love you, they all know its true
Say it till the cows come home until it gets to you
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home with me
Need you in the morning to start the coffee pot
Need you in the afternoon to fan me when I'm hot
Need you in the evening when supper time is through
What I'm really tryin' to say is I can't get enough of you
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home with me
If I were a musician I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me, sincerely tell me so
I'd beat two drums about it baby to have the whole world know
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home with me
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home with me
из альбома:
“Love Letters from Elvis” (1971)
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