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 o that jazz

Baby-o, there are laws
So I wrote to old Santa Claus
Under my mistletoe
Just for one, please leave one
Baby-o