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Walking my baby back home |
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Gee but it's great after being out late |
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Walking my baby back home |
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Arm and arm over meadow and farm |
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Walking my baby back home |
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We go along harmonizing a song |
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Or I'm reciting a poem |
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Owls go by and they give me the eye |
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Walking my baby back home |
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We stop for awhile she gives me a smile |
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Snuggles her head to my chest |
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We started to pet and that's when I get |
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Her talcum all over my vest |
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After I kind of straighten my tie |
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She has to borrow my comb |
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One kiss then I continue again |
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Walking my baby back home |
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Know she's afraid of the dark |
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So I have to park |
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Right outside the door 'til it's light |
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She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry |
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So I dry her tears off all through the night |
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Hand in hand to about be can stand |
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I right from her doorway in room |
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Kiss and then it's a pleasure again |
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I am walking my baby, talking my baby |
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I loving my baby... |
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I walking my baby back home |
