You know your sweet young baby sitter
But do you see the things she does behind your back?
You go to parties and to restaurants and balls
She waits behind the curtain in the hallway
Watching all the rampant, tan and handsome boys go by;
She pulls the curtain back a bit a little more each time
Television, radio or cassette to seduce you
Orange light or dim fire light, a settee to sit next to you
Tea or coffee?
Baby's crying
Chocolate cake or biscuit?
And then she asks the tired old question, Would you risk it?
Still, at least she don't molest your babyAt least she don't molest your baby
You know your sweet young babysitter
Always sitting serene as an urn
When you
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