Hey, little apple blossom,
what seems to be the problem?
All the ones you tell your troubles to,
they don't really care for you.
Come and tell me what you're thinking
'cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and I will come and rescue you.
Lots of girls walk around in tears
but that's not for you,
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to.
Come and sit with me and talk awhile,
let me see your pretty little smile,
put your troubles in a little pile
and I will sort them out for you.
I'll fall in love with you.
I think i'll marry you.
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