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I'll be your Baba Papa I'll be your Baba Papa If you'll be a Baba Papa to me I'd be your table and chair Philippe Starck or Bill Amberg 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'd never be drained or misled I saw your dreams and infatuated With this freedom You say the words 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 Aus Songtexte Mania