I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man- Who could ask for anything more?
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
What usually comes first is the contract.
Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
But the age of miracles hadn't passed.
If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.