| 'Cause nothing is too good for my baby
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| For my baby, sugar baby
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| Nothing is too good for my baby
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| 'Cause baby is so good and kind to me
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| Now when he holds me in his arms
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| In his big and brownie arms
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| My happy heart goes right up to the sky
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| Makes me think of pretty things
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| So I even buy the wed rings
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| And if it was for him I bake a pie
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| 'Cause nothing is too good for my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| For my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| Sugar baby
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| (Sugar baby)
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| Nothing is too good for my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| 'Cause baby is so good and kind to me
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| And just for you I’d learn to bake a pie
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| 'Cause nothing is too good for my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| For my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| Um baby
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| (Um baby)
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| And nothing is too good for my baby
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| (For my baby)
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| 'Cause baby is so good and kind to me
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| Babe, and just for you I itch you in your eye
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| And just for you I’d like to see you try
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| And just for you I’d learn to bake a pie |