Lyrics

Pretty little Flo was jealous of her beau
And each night she'd fuss and fight because he worried her so
When she'd let him loose, he'd flirt like the deuce
Once she followed him then she collared him, this was his excuse
When the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
I can't realize the grown-up ladies
Keep-a top-a lapa, I want to be the papa
When they walk like babies, talk like babies
That's the time I fall
And though they may be forty-three
I gotta bounce 'em up and down on daddy's knees
When the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
To a hospital he went to see a pal
Once inside, a nurse he spied who was a beautiful gal
He pretended he was just sick as he could be
Waved his hand at her, told the manager, "Let that nurse cure me!"
When the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
I can't realize the grown-up ladies
Keep-a top-a lapa, I want to be the papa
When they walk like babies, talk like babies
That's the time I fall
And though they may be forty-three
I gotta bounce 'em up and down on daddy's knees
When the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
Oh, when the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
I can't realize the grown-up ladies
Keep-a top-a lapa, I got to be the papa
When they walk like babies, talk like babies
Oh, that's the time I fall
And though they may be sixty-three
I gotta bounce 'em up and down on daddy's knees
Oh, when the grown and up ladies act like babies
I've got to love 'em, that's all
Written by: Edgar Leslie, Joe Young, Maurice Abrahams
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