It All Belongs to Me - Ruth Etting, Ирвинг Берлин

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