How 'bout the baby face? I love your lipstick, baby face
It makes me all shades of red
Give me wild while your doing me love Make me hot when I should be sleeping in my bed I love your big eyes, baby face
They seem to suggest much more than you say
I love the mark in your secret place, ooo, baby face Love is like a peppermint machine, that's green, it's green I love your hair down, baby face
And I can picture ya as you do, ooo, with your fingers running through
I love ya, baby face
The way you bite your lips, ooo, ooo How 'bout the baby face?
How 'bout the baby face?
How 'bout the baby face?
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