| Gee, but it’s great after bein' out late
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| Arm-in-arm over meadow and farm
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| We go along harmonizin' a song
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| Or I’m reciting a poem
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| The owls go by and they give me the eye
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| We stop for a while
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| She gives me a smile
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| And snuggles her cheek to my chest
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| We’re startin' to pet
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| And that’s when I get
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| Her powder all over my vest
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| Well, after I kinda straighten my tie
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| She has to borrow my comb
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| A kiss and then we continue again
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| Yeah, gee, but it’s great after bein' out late
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| Arm-in-arm over meadow and farm
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| We go along harmonizin' a song
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| Or I’m reciting a poem
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| The owls go by and they give me the eye
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| A-walkin' my baby back home
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| We stop for a while
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| She gives me a smile
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| And snuggles her cheek to my chest
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| We’re startin' to pet
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| And that’s when I get
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| Her powder all over my vest
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| Oh well, hand-in-hand to a barbecue stand
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| Right from her doorway we roam
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| Eats and then it’s a pleasure again
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| Walkin' my baby back home |