Lyrics Could I, I Certainly Could! - Ruth Etting

Could I, I Certainly Could!

I beg to announce to you
With men I’m completely through
Finished with them all
Big or small, short or tall
The door to my heart is shut
No more will I lose my nut
Over movie stars, sheiks in Packard cars
I hate all the men, but…
Could I care for that big boy there
With the dimples and wavy hair?
Oh, could I?
I certainly could
Could I sit on that papa’s knee?
Could I let him «sweet mama» me?
Could I?
I certainly could
What lovin'
Wouldn’t he get, wouldn’t he get?
Hot oven
Couldn’t we pet, couldn’t we pet?
Could I take him on moonlight trips?
Fry sweet kisses on those hot lips?
Could I?
I certainly could
Could I?
I certainly could
Could I?
I certainly could
Could I?
I certainly could
Could I care for those big brown eyes?
Could I buy him his shirts and ties?
Oh, could I?
I certainly could
Could I care for those great big arms?
Could I care for his lovin' charms?
Could I?
I certainly could
What lovin'
Wouldn’t he get, wouldn’t he get?
Hot oven
Couldn’t we pet, couldn’t we pet?
Could I give him a thrill or two?
Are you asking?
Well, I’m telling you!
Could I?
I certainly could!