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Don't raise your voice at me
That's very rude
To raise your voice at me
Is rather crude
It's wrong essentially
When woman yells
And confidentially, it smells
I have eyes for you
To give you dirty looks
I have words for you
I learned from dirty books
I've a terrible tongue
A temper for two
And everything I've got belongs to you
I've a powerful anaesthesia in my fist
And the perfect wrist to give your neck a twist
There are hammerlock holds
I've mastered a few
And everything I've got belongs to you
Share for share, share alike
You get struck each time I strike
You for me, me for you
I'll give you plenty of nothing
Here's one marriage vow that I'll reverse
I will not be yours for better but for worse
I can hit the bullseye
I mean with your shoe
And everything I've got belongs to you
I have stories that would bore you with their length
I'll protect you with my superhuman strength
If you're ever attacked, I'll scream and say "Boo!"
And everything I've got belongs to you
I will never stray from home, I'll just stay put
'Cause I've got a brand new thing called athlete's foot
I've a very bad cold or maybe it's flu
And everything I've got belongs to you
Off to bed we will creep
Then we'll sleep and sleep and sleep
Sleep and sleep, sleep and sleep
I'll give you plenty of nothing
I'll be yours forever and a day
If the first good breeze does not blow me away
You're enough for one man, that's why I'll be true
And everything I've got belongs to you
You won't know how good I am until you try
And I'll let your well of loneliness run dry
I've a marvellous way of telling you "No!"
And everything I've got belongs to you



Авторы: Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Copyright: Chappell & Co. Inc., Chappell & Co., Inc., Williamson Music Company


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