Stop, Pretty Baby, Stop

Stop, pretty baby, stop

Stop, pretty baby, stop

Stop, pretty baby, stop

Because I want to talk with thee

I want to tell you pretty nothings

About how good you look to me

A voice like a nightingale singing in the night

Sweetest sound I ever heard, it fills me with delight

Pretty baby, stop

'Cause I want to talk with thee

I want to tell you pretty nothings

About how good you look to me

Your laughter ripples like a gentle flowing brook

Your eyes are two lovely pools in a shady nook

Pretty baby, stop

Because I want to talk with thee

I want to tell you pretty nothings

About how good you look to me

Pretty baby, pretty baby

Listen with your pretty ears, I'll describe your hair

Crowns your lovely face like a halo hanging there

Pretty baby, stop, pretty baby

I want to talk with thee

I want to tell you pretty nothings

About how good you look to me

Pretty baby

Now for the best of all I'll talk about your charms

They arouse my mating call, I want you in my arms

Pretty baby, stop

Because I want to talk with thee

I want to tell you pretty nothings

About how good you look to me

Pretty baby, pretty baby

Pretty baby, pretty baby