Title: Cindy, Cindy
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Dolores Fuller, Ben Weisman, Buddy Kaye
Lyric:
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 to 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 it's 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 to 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 to 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, say it and tell me so
I need two charms about me 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 to me
Come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home to me
Come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home
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