You have to keep taking pictures because the expressions keep changing
But it gets tiring being a star…
With every move being photographed
Let’s give it a rest already…
that’s why I’m in love with you,
Pretty baby, pretty baby
Won’t you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love
And we’ll cuddle all the time.
Your mother said you were the cutest kid.No wonder, Dearie, that I’m wild about youAnd all the cunning things you said and did.Why, I love to fondly recall.