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