She's got her pudding in the oven
And it's gonna be good.
She better not leave me
And go out to Hollywood.
She got the best pudding in the neighborhood.
She's my baby.
She can drive a truck,
She can drive a train.
She can even drive an aeroplane.
She's so good to look at in the rain.
She's my baby.
She's comin' down the sidewalk
She's stumblin through the door
She's coming home from places
she's never been before.
She sits down on the sofa
She poors herself a drink
Says,
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