Lyrics It All Belongs to Me - Ruth Etting, Ирвинг Берлин

It All Belongs to Me

Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole
Take a look say and ask me why it’s there
Can’t you see that I’m all dressed up to take a stroll?
Can’t you tell that there’s something in the air?
I’ve got a date, can hardly wait
I’d like to bet she won’t be late
Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
And it all belongs to me Flashing eyes and how they roll
A disposition like a sugar bowl
And it all belongs to me That pretty baby face, that bunch of style and grace
Should be in Tiff’ny’s window in a platinum jewel case
Hey there, you, you’ll get in dutch
I’ll let you look but then you mustn’t touch
For it all belongs to me Here she comes, come on and meet
A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
And it all belongs to me Rosy cheeks, red hot lips
And polished nails upon her fingertips
And it all belongs to me Those lips that I desire are like electric wire
She kissed a tree last summer and she started a forest fire
I’m in love with what she’s got
And what she’s got, she’s got an awful lot
And it all belongs to me
A million dollars worth of flying hips