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Berlin Irving Ziegfeld Follies Of 1927 It All Belongs To Me 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 [2] 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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