| Don’t stamp your foot at me
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| It’s impolite
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| To stamp your foot at me
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| Is not quite right
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| At man’s ingratitude
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| A woman winks
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| But such an attitude just stinks
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| I have eyes for you to give you dirty looks
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| I have words that do not come from children’s books
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| There’s a trick with a knife I’m learning to do
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| I’ve a powerful anesthesia in my fist
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| And the perfect wrist to give your neck atwist
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| There are hammerlock holds
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| I’ve mastered a few
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| Share for share, share alike
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| You get struck each time I strike
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| You for me- me for me
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| I’ll give you plenty of nothing
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| I’m not yours for better but for worse
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| And I’ve learned to give the well-known witches' curse
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| I’ve a terrible tongue, a temper for two
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| Don’t raise your voice at me
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| That’s very rude
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| To raise your voice at me
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| Is rather crude
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| It’s wrong essentially when woman yells
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| And confidentially, it smells
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| I’ll converse with you on politics at length
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| I’ll protect you with my superhuman strength
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| If you’re ever attacked I’ll scream and say, «Boo!''
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| I will never stray from home, I’ll just stay put
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| Cause I’ve got a brand-new thing called athlete' s foot
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| I’m a victim of colds, anemia, too
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| Off to bed we will creep
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| Then we’ll sleep and sleep and sleep
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| Till the birds start to peep
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| I’ll give you plenty of nothing
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| I’ll be yours forever and a day
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| If the first good breeze does not blow me away
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| You’re enough for one man, that’s why I’ll be true
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| You may have some things that I can’t use at all
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| When I look at you, your manly gifts are small
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| I’ve a wonderful way of saying adieu
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| You won’t know how good I am until you try
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| And you’ll let my well of loneliness run dry
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| I’ve a marvelous way of telling you no
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to you
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| And everything you want belongs to me!
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| Life has no shape or form
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| And no design
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| It isn’t life without
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| That fool of mine
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| I used to gad about
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| With any chap
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| And now I’m sad about my sap
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| He’s a living thing that isn’t quite alive
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| He has brains enough for any child of five
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| Oh, he isn’t too rich in vigor and vim
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| But everything I’ve got belongs to him
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| He’s a naughty brat that can’t be left alone
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| He has eyes for every skirt except my own
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| Even under a tree, he grabs for the limb
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| But everything I’ve got belongs to him
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| Something beats in his chest
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| But it’s just a pump at best
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| I’m for him, he’s for him
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| He gives me plenty of nothing
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| When I see that funny face, I know
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| Something scared his mother twenty years ago
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| But I’ll never let go, he’ll never be free!
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| Till everything he’s got belongs to me!
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to him!
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| And everything I’ve got belongs to us! |