Talk Baby To Me

This is how the popular, and nasty, new song “Talk Dirty to Me” should really go.

 

I’m that woman who birthed you, in a hospital
First class seat in my Ergo, riding comfortable

‘Cause I know what all the babies say,
New York to Haiti
I got baby drool on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

Been around the world, don’t speak baby language
But your cheeks don’t need explaining
You’re just squeezable adorable
When you talk baby to me

Gah goo gah gah goo googah gah gah (to the sound of the trumpets)
Talk baby to me

You know the words to my songs
Twinkle twinkle
Our conversations ain’t long
Mary had a little lamb

I know what all the babies say,
London to Taiwan
I got baby drool on my T-shirt
I think I need a new one

Been around the world, don’t speak baby language
But your babble don’t need explaining
All I really need to melt me
When you talk baby to me

Gah gah goo goo gah gah goo goo goo!

Talk baby to me!

Uno, adopted a baby in Rio
Dos, she was cute as can be-o
Tres, we can manage triplets
Quatro, ooh!

Get teething on it

What? I don’t understand, baby!

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