Tremoloes My Little Lady
I think about my baby a perfect little lady. I think about her shiny golden hair. I've never been a dreamer but every time I see her I start to float away into the air. Oh oh my little lady. You can make the sun and moon begin to shine and if you could have your way every day would be fine. It's no wonder for as long as I may live I will give you all the love I am able to give. I wake up in the morning without a single warning before I finish yawning she is there. I think about my baby a perfect little lady. I think about her shiny golden hair. Oh oh my little lady. You can make the sun ... You can make the sun ... La la la la la ...
