Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

My father’s in love. You can see

he’s like a teenager of seventy-three.
When he holds her tight, he says:

“Baby, I’m your man.”

So much to do, they’ve got so many plans

for eating cake and going out to dance.

When they start to swing, he says:

“Oh, Baby, I’m your man.”

Crazy in love after all those years
of trouble in mind.
All dark clouds have disappeared
ever since she waltzed into his life.

They ain’t got time to worry or fight.

Time’s too precious on their magic ride.

When he drives her home, he says:

“Baby, I’m your man.”

Crazy in love after all those years

of trouble in mind.

All dark clouds have disappeared

ever since she waltzed into his life.

It’s not the speed, but their devotion.

Making love is great, even in slow motion.

When they become one, he says:

“Baby, I’m your man.”