If you
don't like my apples,
honey,
don't you shake my tree
If you don't like the way I do it,
won't you set me free?
You're runnin' around
tellin' everybody
I've been too hard to handle
The truth is, you know it,
you ain't got nobody like my candle
You wanna take me, yes you do now,
put me on a pedestal stool
Tryin' to pro gram me, boy,
into something you can use
If don't like my apples, honey,
stay away from my tree
If you don't like the way I do it,
why don't you set me free?
I told you from John Street,
it takes a lot to satisfy me
And if you can't handle
what I'm putting down,
why don't you just let me be
A man got to be a man,
I know this to be a fact
But this girl won't sit back
and listen to this and that, no, no
If you don't like my apples, honey,
don't you shake my tree
If you don't like the way I taste,
why don't you just let me be?
He knows his woman,
he's got to know how to communicate
He's got to understand her ways
in order to relate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah
I'm not try in' to be a
hard miss,
and I'm not tryin' to play around
I think I got your hands full,
tryin' to shake this apple down
If you don't like my apples,
just walk on by my tree
And let a good man have his fun,
gather sweet things for me, yeah, yeah
If you don't like my apples, honey,
stay away from my tree
If you don't like the way I do it,
why don't you just let me?
A man knows he's a woman,
he's got to know how to communicate
He's got to understand her ways
in order to relate
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Go home by the tree, baby
You can do it alone
I can do it alone
Oh, oh, oh