Ev'rything I've Got

Don't stamp your foot at me It's impolite To stamp your foot at me Is not quite right At man's ingratitude A woman winks But such an attitude just stinks I have eyes for you to give you dirty looks I have words that do not come from children's books there's a trick with a knife I'm learning to do And everything I've got belongs to you I've a powerful anesthesia in my fist And the perfect wrist to give your neck a twist There are hammerlock holds I've mastered a few And everything I've got belongs to you Share for share, share alike You get struck each time I strike You for me- me for me I'll give you plenty of nothing I'm not yours for better but for worse And I've learned to give the well-known witches' curse I've a terrible tongue, a temper for two And ev'rything I've got belongs to you Don't raise your voice at me That's very rude To raise your voice at me Is rather crude It's wrong essentially when woman yells And confidentially, it smells I'll converse with you on politics at length I'll protect you with my superhuman strength If you're ever attacked I'll scream and say , "Boo!'' And everything I've got belongs to you I will never stray from home, I'll just stay put Cause I've got a brand-new thing called athlete' s foot I'm a victim of colds, anemia, too And everything I've got belongs to you Off to bed we will creep Then we'll sleep and sleep and sleep Till the birds start to peep I'll give you plenty of nothing I'll be yours forever and a day If the first good breeze does not blow me away You're enough for one man, that's why I'll be true And everything I've got belongs to you You may have some things that I can't use at all When I look at you, your manly gifts are small I've a wonderful way of saying adieu And everything I've got belongs to you You won't know how good I am until you try And you'll let my well of loneliness run dry I've a marvelous way of telling you no And everything I've got belongs to you And everything you want belongs to me! And everything you need belongs to me! Life has no shape or form And no design It isn't life without That fool of mine I used to gad about With any chap And now I'm sad about my sap He's a living thing that isn't quite alive He has brains enough for any child of five Oh, he isn't too rich in vigor and vim But everything I've got belongs to him He's a naughty brat that can't be left alone He has eyes for every skirt except my own Even under a tree, he grabs for the limb But everything I've got belongs to him Something beats in his chest But it's just a pump at best I'm for him, he's for him He gives me plenty of nothing When I see that funny face, I know Something scared his mother twenty years ago But I'll never let go, he'll never be free! Till everything he's got belongs to me! And everything I've got belongs to him! And everything I've got belongs to us!