| When the world began | 
| It started with a man | 
| Now the world just begun for me | 
| Other girls may claim | 
| That all men are the same | 
| But I’m one 'she' who never will agree | 
| My bestest, I’m all in, | 
| Shows he knows how and when | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| He’s got the kind of ways | 
| That sets your heart ablaze | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| Never tempermental | 
| Always sweet and gentle | 
| Serenades me every night | 
| He’s a prince of petters | 
| King of all go-getters | 
| Everything he does is right | 
| A million Romeos | 
| Don’t know half what he knows | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| I’d wash and scrub for him | 
| And keep him looking trim | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| Though he throws it away | 
| I’d bring him all my pay | 
| 'Cause my Baby sure knows how to love | 
| If he should abuse me | 
| He would never lose me | 
| I would hang around his door | 
| And if I caught him cheatin' | 
| And I got a beatin' | 
| I would only love him more | 
| I’ll tell the universe | 
| I’m his for good or worse | 
| 'Cause my baby sure knows how to love | 
| Oh, my head spins like a top | 
| He starts where others stop | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| Does he know his P’s and Q’s? | 
| Why, he’s better than good news | 
| My Baby sure knows how to love | 
| Plays my ukelele | 
| Likes to strum his daily | 
| Makes my senses come and go | 
| I forget my grammer | 
| All I do is stammer | 
| When he starts the rodeo | 
| And what I say is no joke | 
| That boy sure has a master stroke | 
| Oh, my baby sure knows how to love |