Applecheeks    He picked her up a nice bunch of motorway roses   And they stumbled into a photo booth and pulled some funny poses  He told her about his christian rock group, guns and moses   He's glad she laughs at his crummy jokes 'cos no-one else does  As they went into the ghost-train at the fair she started playing footsie   When they came out he was wearin' her lip balm like   He was tootsie   Then they got stuck on the ferris wheel and laughed at by the gypsies   But she had her i-pod so they sat and   Just listened to the pixies /    Teenagers in love all dewy eyed   And she looks prettiest when she is shy       She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold   She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold  She better button up her coat   She better button up her coat    So they went to the cinema on Saturday to watch a matinee in Chiswick   The kinda girl who out the Jones' prefers Indiana to Bridget   They came out of the first flick and then snuck into another one   And whenever she got bored she French kissed him her Bubble-gum   And afterwards they carved their names onto a park bench   But in brackets they put Louis Lane & Clark Kent  And if you'd seen them at the station it would've made you heart wrench   Shivering on the platform 'cos they missed the last train /    Teenagers in love all duey eyed   And she looks prettiest when she is shy  She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold   She's got those apple-cheeks from the cold     She better button up her coat   She better button up her coat.    these lyrics are submitted by Cherie