I`d be your Baba Papa
I`d be your Baba Papa
If you`d be a Baba Papa to me
I`d be your table and chair
Philippe Starck or Bill Umblair
If you`d be a Baba Papa to me
And I`d be your angel
Ride you until you`re warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until you fall
I`d be your son and your heir
Destitute but debonair
Though ill advised and ill in debt
I`ll never be drained or misled
I stole your dreams and
Infatuated with this freedom
Say the word and I could be them
And I`d be your angel
Ride you until you`re warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until you`re tired out
Just say the word and I could be them
Take your pick and I could be her
Infatuated with this freedom
Say the word and I could be them