Lletres: Nat King Cole. My Baby Just Cares for Me.

My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for furs and laces
My baby don't care for high toned places

My baby don't care for rings
Or other expensive things
She's sensible as can be
My baby don't care who knows it
My baby just cares for me

My baby's no Crosby fan
Dick Tracy is not her man
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have me around to kibitz

Roy Rogers is not her style
And even Clark Gable's smile
Is something that she can't see
(Oh, you lucky so and so)
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for me