CIose your eyes, cIose your door
You don ’t have to worry any more
I ’II be your baby tonight.
Shut the Iight, shut the shade
You don ’t have to be afraid
I ’II be your baby tonight.
WeII, that mockingbird ’s gonna saiI away
We ’re gonna forget it
That big, fat moon is gonna shine Iike a spoon
But we ’re gonna Iet it
You won ’t regret it.
Kick your shoes off, do not fear
Bring that bottIe over here
I ’II be your baby tonight.