| I love to pick you up
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| 'Cause you’re still a baby to me Cribs and cradles and bottles and toys
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| Are part of the joys they bring
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| I wanna wash your face
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| And change your clothes and button your shoes
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| Walk you around and wrestle with you
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| Then I’m gonna make you sing
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| In the mornin’I could wake you up Feed you breakfast from a little cup
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| I want to pick you up Rock you back and forth and make you smile
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| I want to hold you close for a while
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| I wanna tickle your feet
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| Drop you in your little tub
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| Wash your body and shampoo your hair
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| Be careful not to sting your eyes
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| When it’s night I’ll put you in your bed
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| And I’ll bend and kiss ya on your head
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| I want to pick you up Rock you back and forth and make you smile
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| I want to hold you close for a while
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| Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt butt
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| She’s going to sleep be quiet
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| Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt
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| She’s going to sleep
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| Little baby go to sleep |