Music Run here, pretty baby, I want you to sit down on your momma's knee, I've got to tell everybody how you've been sending me, baby, if that's your secret, you can keep it to yourself, cause if you tell me, I might tell somebody else, I ain't never, I've never been in love, and I hope I never will, because a loving proposition will get somebody killed. Feed me, pretty baby, cause you know I can feel it, squeeze me, pretty baby, until my face turns cherry red, squeeze me, pretty baby, until my face turns cherry red.
