little Casanova

I was watching my friends (The Smith's) kids while they cleaned out there house to move far away.  I am not happy about loosing them but I wanted to do anything I could to help them out to let them know we'll miss them terribly.
I set baby Carly down on the couch to switch the laundry.  Peter finding her alone got out his guitar (he pronounces it CONtar) to serenade her. She was loving it.  What woman wouldn't want to be serenaded to?  It was such a sweet gesture.  I just loved the song he wrote all be himself, it goes something like this. . .
"No BODY tells her what to do, No BODY tells her what to doooo. "  He's got it right that one.  what a little Casanova.