The This Many Boyfriends Club

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.