Ill be your baba papa
Ill be your baba papa
If youll be a baba papa to me
Id be your table and chair
Philippe starck or bill amberg
If youd be a baba papa to me
And Id be your angel
Ride you until youre warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until you fall
Id be your son and your heir
Destitute but debonair
Though ill advised and ill in debt
Id never be drained or misled
I saw your dreams and infatuated
With this freedom
You say the words and I could be them
And Id be your angel
Ride you until youre warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until youre tired out
[chorus is the same as the first time but at the end (high pitched
Bit) it goes:]
Swing you until your tired ouuuuuuuuuuutttttttttt.