Stop, pretty baby, stop Stop, pretty baby, stop Stop, pretty baby, stop Because I want to talk with thee I want to tell you pretty nothings About how good you look to me A voice like a nightingale Singing in the night Sweetest song I ever heard It fills me with delight Pretty baby, stop Because I want to talk with thee I want to tell you pretty nothings About how good you look to me Your laughter ripples like a gentle flowing brook Your eyes are two lovely pools in a shady nook Pretty baby, stop Because I want to talk with thee I want to tell you pretty nothings About how good you look to me A pretty baby, a pretty baby Listen with your pretty ears, I'll describe your hair Crowns your lovely face like a halo hanging there Pretty baby, stop Pretty baby, I want to talk with thee I want to tell you pretty nothings About how good you look to me Now, for the best of all, I'll talk about your charms They arouse my mating call, I want you in my arms Pretty baby, stop Because I want to talk with thee I want to tell you pretty nothings About how good you look to me