You ask me why I'm always teasing you,
You hate to have me call you Pretty Baby,
I really thought that I was pleasing you,
For you're just a baby to me.
Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare,
Your baby talk and baby walk and [Bm]curly hair,
Your baby smile makes life worth while,
You're just as sweet as you [A7can be.
Your mother says you [A7were the cutest kid,
No wonder, dearie, that I'm wild about you,
And all [Em]the cunning things you [A7said and [Bm]did.
Why, I love to [C7]fondly ɾecall,
Ann just like [F]Peter Pan, it seems you'll always be [Am]
The same sweet, cunning, Little Baby dear to [C7]me.
And that is why I'm sure that I will always love you [A7best of all.
Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you,
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby,
And I'd to [C7]be [Am]your sister, brother, dad and [Bm]mother too,
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby.
Won't you [A7come and [Bm]let me ɾock you [A7in my [A]cradle of love,
And we'll cuddle all [Em]the time.
Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and [Bm]it might as well be [Am]you,
Pretty Baby of mine.
