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Gee, 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 'long harmonizing a song |
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Or I'm recitin' a poem |
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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, she gives me a smile |
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And snuggles her head on my chest |
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We start in to pet and that's when I get |
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Her talcum all over my vest |
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After I kinda straighten my tie |
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She has to borrow my comb |
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Once kiss then I continue again |
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Walkin' my baby back home |
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She's 'fraid of the dark so I have to park |
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Outside of her door till it's light |
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She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry |
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I dry her tears all through the night |
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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, talkin' my baby |
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Lovin' my baby, I don't mean maybe |
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Walkin' my baby back home |
