| When I first met you, babe
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| I was green as I could be When I first met you, babe
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| Lord, I was green as I could be And then you know, I let you in my garden
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| And you went straight for my cherry tree
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| You didn’t touch my apples
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| And you didn’t want my plums
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| You just, you wham bam with your axe, baby
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| And you didn’t leave me none
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| Oh, baby, don’t you remember me?
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| 'Cause I’m sure that you’re the one who
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| Who chopped down my cherry tree
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| Now answer me, babe
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| And don’t just tell a lie
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| Did you pick all of my cherries
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| And just leave 'em out to dry?
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| Oh, baby, don’t you remember me?
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| 'Cause I’m sure that you’re the one who
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| Who chopped down my cherry tree |