Put up, Baby Face
   I love your lipstick, Baby Face,
   it makes me all shades of red
   Give me wild while you do to me one,
   make me hot when I should be sleeping in my bed
   I love your big eyes, Baby Face,
   they seem to suggest much more than you say
   I love the mark in your secret place, oow Baby Face
   Love is like a peppermint machine, that's green, it's green
   I love your hair down, Baby Face,
   and I can picture ya as you do, oow, with your fingers running through
   I love ya, Baby Face,
   the way you bite your lips, ooo...ow!
   How 'bout (the) Baby Face?