Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole
Take a look-see 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 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
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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
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
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