Ooh baby love, my baby love I need you, oh how I need you But all you do is treat me bad Break my heart and leave me sad Tell me, what did I do wrong To make you stay away so long
'Cause baby love, my baby love Been missing ya, miss kissing ya Instead of breaking up Let's do some kissing and making up Don't throw our love away In my arms why don't you stay Need ya, need ya Baby love, ooh, baby love
Baby love, my baby love Why must we seperate, my love All of my whole life through I never loved no one but you Why you do me like you do I get this need
Ooh, ooh, need to hold you Once again, my love Feel your warm embrace, my love Don't throw our love away
Please don't do me this way Not happy like I used to be Loneliness has got the best of me My love, my baby love
I need you, oh how I need you Why you do me like you do After I've been true to you So deep in love with you
Baby, baby, ooh 'til it's hurtin' me 'Til it's hurtin' me Ooh, baby love Don't throw our love away Don't throw our love away
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crispapple strudel Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on your nose and eye lashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad
Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad Then I don't feel so bad
Girls in white dresses Blue satin sashes Snowflakes on my eye lashes Ooh, my favorite things
Money isn't everything As anyone who's rich It can buy pain and misery Or grief
Though money isn't everything I have a pauper's itch So though I crave a brave Yes I'll take the chief!
He bought me a cat Siamese, imagine that He keeps making Fancy passes at me All those fine and fancy passes
Oh joy, now I've got Sixty feet of brand new yacht He keeps making Fancy passes at me All those fine and fancy passes
He owns New York or Spain But I don't know which He got fat in Uptown Manhattan Poor Cinderella's got her a fella who's rich Every penny, he's worth a plenty
He owns United Airlines That as well? He owns receding hairlines Oh, well! He's not so hip Or smart as a whip But healthy, wise and wealthy
He bought me a summer place Somewhere out in outer space He keeps making Fancy passes at me
What a man you've got, Diane Did he buy you a mink? Mmmm..Passion pink And a Cadi too? Mmmm, Baby blue You're speaking of? My baby love! Your Romeo? My Daddy Dough! I love him a lot How much has he got?
He's got a plot of ground He found over oil Oh, my how chic we are He bought New Jersey So he could call me his girl Oh, man, a feat we are!
Chocolate excites my tummy Ooh He bought me a firm called Yummy So He's one of those gents With good bizness cents And quarters, half's and dollars
Ding, dong, ain't it swell They just delivered the liberty bell How sad all those Philadelphians will be
I'll get half of what he owns To keep up with Mrs. L. B. Jones And if he keeps making fancy passes I'll start holding evening classes
I'll give him sugar and molasses And the life, I live I'll live luxuriously From those late and evening classes That sugar and molasses Those fine and fancy passes at me Oooweee My honey Yeah!
Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes Each girl he passes goes - ah
When he walks He's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when he passes each girl He passes goes - ah
Ooh, but I watch him so sadly How can I tell him I love him Yes I would give my heart gladly But each day When he walks to the sea He looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, and tan, and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes goes - ah
I smile - but he doesn't see (doesn't see) He just doesn't see, he never sees me
