Baby-O

Baby-O you I dig
Like-a the most ooh really big
Love the shape of your brow
Love your ooh, love your ah, love your wow
Baby-O tell me true
Could you go for me too
Cross your heart if it's so
That you're my hope to die Baby-O
Baby-O you won't quit
Like I mean this is it
Love your mad swinging pad
You know what, you're a nut, and I'm glad (That's a nice)
Ah Baby-O may I fly
In a plane through the sky
Writing words just to show
That you're my ten mile high Baby-O
Baby-O sugarplum
You are so yummy yum
Plus to wit and whereas
Tres jolie e.t.c.
And all of that jazz
Ah Baby-O there are laws
So I wrote to old Santa Claus
Under my mistletoe
Just for one, please leave one
Baby-O