Oh, my sweet, you are so fair,
Bright red apple shaped like pear.
If I could sit you in a chair,
I’d be first a-sitting there!

Then on my lips and in my arms
I’d hold you tight with all your charms,
And if on up you tried to get,
I’d pull you down with, “Hey, not yet!”

A ton of kisses I would pile
To weigh you down to stay awhile;
My arms would hug and hold you still
Till you would laugh for my good will.

You’d turn and kiss me, lips and nose,
And I’d have my Malaysian rose.
Or, you might rip me from my clothes,
And then, oh what, oh what, who knows?!