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Gee! It's great, after bein' out late,
Walkin' my baby back home.
Arm in arm, over meadow and farm,
Walkin' my baby back home.
We go 'long harmonizin' a song,
Or I'm reciting a poem.
Owls go by, and they give me the eye,
Walkin' my baby back home.
We stop for a while,
She gives me a smile,
And snuggles her head to my chest.
We start in to pet,
And that's when I get
Her talcum all over my vest.
After I kinda straighten my tie,
She has to borrow my comb.
One kiss, then I continue again,
Walkin' my baby back home.
She's 'fraid of the dark,
So I have to park
Outside of her door till it's light.
She says if I try
To kiss her, she'll cry.
I dry her tears all through the night.
Hand in hand to a barbecue stand
Right from her doorway we roam.
Eats! and then it's a pleasure again,
Walkin' my baby back home.
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