Put up, Baby Face
I love your lipstick, Baby Face,
it makes me all shades of red
Give me wild while you do to me one,
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, oow 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, oow, with your fingers running through
I love ya, Baby Face,
the way you bite your lips, ooo...ow!
How 'bout (the) Baby Face?