These are my father’s barns
Father's barns, wooden barns
Don’t touch my sweetie buns
My father has some guns
If you try to steal my buns
Steal my buns, those buns
He will shoot you for this fun
And salt will make you run
If you come and ring the bell
Ring the bell, my doorbell
No, my buns are not for sale
But he will treat you well
I will give you such a kiss
The lovely kiss, I promise this
Ask me out and don't miss
Your sweet romantic bliss
My father s barns
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