Barbara Lewis

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)And I’ll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky,Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dryIn other words, until I die Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)And I’ll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines,Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhymeIn other words,

(Shoobop shoobop, my babyShoobop shoobop) Hello, stranger(Ooooh) It seems so good to see you back againHow long has it been?(Ooooooh, it seems like a mighty long timeShoobop shoobop, my baby, oooooh)It seems like a mighty long time Oh-oh-ohhhhhhhMy my my my my, I’m so glad(Ooooh) You stopped by to say hello to meRemember, that’s the