This many boyfriends walk her home   This many boyfriends ring the phone      Lori, Lori, what's the story?   All those boys think you are boring   They just see those bobby socks   not whats beneath those curly locks   It makes me mad   When i see them make you sad   Sometimes i wanna be real bad    and shove those words back down their throat.      Lori, Lori whats the story?   Lets go do some apple coring   We will bake an apple pie   Maybe that will dry your eyes   The oven's warm, how come your hands are so cold?      Lori, Lori whats the hurry?    So they think they're judge and jury   The reason we cause such a flurry   Is they'll never love so purely...      We tip over apple carts    With the pounding of our hearts   Lori, Lori don't you worry   We'll have our own swimming party   We'll swim up and we'll swim back   Now you're sitting in my lap   And there's one thing i forgot   I love Lori a lot.