My Baby

 

My baby’s got no tricks

But her manner is bewitching

My baby’s just for kicks

But we oughta be hitching…

 

My baby’s got no style

But she’s got a flair for smiling

My baby’s got no sly

But her candour is beguiling…

 

Baby crosses her i’s

But she dots her little t’s

She’s got no alibis

Baby’s where she’s meant to be…

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