文本歌词

It All Belongs To Me - Ruth Etting
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't 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 Tiffany'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 all belongs to me
Rosy cheeks
Red hot lips
A million dollars worth of flying hips
And it all belongs to me
Those lips that I desire
Are like electric wire
She kissed a tree last summer
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
And I'm repeating
It all belongs to me