I love to pick you up. 'Cause you're still a baby to me. Cribs and cradles and bottles and toys. Are part of the joys they bring. I wanna wash your face. And change your clothes and button your shoes. Walk you around and wrestle with you. Then I'm gonna make you sing. In the mornin' I could wake you up. Feed you breakfast from a little cup. I want to pick you up. Rock you back and forth and make you smile. I want to hold you close for a while. I wanna tickle your feet. Drop you in your little tub. Wash your body and shampoo your hair. Be careful not to sting your eyes. When it's night I'll put you in your bed. And I'll bend and kiss ya on your head. I want to pick you up. Rock you back and forth and make you smile. I want to hold you close for a while. Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt butt. She's going to sleep be quiet. Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt. She's going to sleep. Little baby go to sleep.