Do you like an apple, you like a pear?
do you like a laddie with the buckled brown hair?
Still I do not like and him, me can refuse to him,
me am more whereever with him that it goes.

Before I do not marry myself door a black scarf receives,
but now that I Marie me am, all bummeln carry you
But I do not like it yet, me can refuse to him
which I am more whereever with him, suit him

It was with the corner, fag in its opening,
two hands in its bags, whistles me outside to him
But I do not like it yet, me can refuse to him
which I am more whereever with him, suit him

It works one week, with the unloading dock for nine books
the night of Saturday which it comes the drinkable house of role.
But I do not like it yet, me can refuse to him,
me am more whereever with him that it goes

Before I do not marry myself a sport receives and I would play,
receive however maintaining the device of admission him in me manner
and still I do not like him, me can refuse to him,
me am with him more whereever that it goes

Do you like an apple? do you like a pear?
do you like a laddie with the buckled brown hair?
And it is not yet me likes him, me can refuse to him,
me is more whereever with for him that it goes