You ask me why I'm always teasing you, 
You hate to have me call you Pretty Baby; 
I really thought that I was pleasing you, 
For you're just a baby to me. 
Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare, 
Your baby talk and baby walk and curly hair; 
Your baby smile makes life worth while, 
You're just as sweet as you can be.

Your mother says you were the cutest kid; 
No wonder, dearie, that I'm wild about you, 
And all the cunning things you said and did. 
Why, I love to fondly recall, 
Ann just like Peter Pan, it seems you'll always be 
The same sweet, cunning, Little Baby dear to me. 
And that is why I'm sure that I will always love you best of all.

Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you, 
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby; 
And I'd to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too, 
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby. 
Won't [bad word] and let me rock you in my cradle of love, 
And we'll cuddle all the time. 
Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and it might as well be you, 
Pretty Baby of mine.