This many boyfriends walk her homenThis many boyfriends ring the phonennLori, Lori, what's the story?nAll those boys think you are boringnThey just see those bobby socksnnot whats beneath those curly locksnIt makes me madnWhen i see them make you sadnSometimes i wanna be real bad nand shove those words back down their throat.nnLori, Lori whats the story?nLets go do some apple coringnWe will bake an apple pienMaybe that will dry your eyesnThe oven's warm, how come your hands are so cold?nnLori, Lori whats the hurry? nSo they think they're judge and jurynThe reason we cause such a flurrynIs they'll never love so purely...nnWe tip over apple carts nWith the pounding of our heartsnLori, Lori don't you worrynWe'll have our own swimming partynWe'll swim up and we'll swim backnNow you're sitting in my lapnAnd there's one thing i forgotnI love Lori a lot.