Oh, baby...

Oh, baby, you're rather sweet, Like cinnamon, brown sugar, honey. Oh baby, you're rather warm, The way you speak of the constellations as your friends, Though they are an enigma, you seem to understand them. My love, your life is a poem, twisting and turning, going every which way, I am glad to be the poet. Our lives intertwine in a whirlwind of desire, passion. For i am you, you are me, Oh baby... oh baby.