I beg to announce to you,

With men I'm completely through,

Finished with them all, big or small, short or tall!

The door to my heart is shut,

No more will I lose my nut

Over movie stars, sheiks in Packard cars,

I hate all the men!

But:



Could I care for that big boy there,

With the dimples and wavy hair?

Oh, could I? I certainly could!



Could I sit on that papa's knee?

Could I let him "sweet mama" me?

Could I? I certainly could!



What lovin' wouldn't he get, wouldn't he get?

Hot oven, couldn't we pet, couldn't we pet?



Could I take him on moonlight trips,

Fry sweet kisses on those hot lips?

Could I? I certainly could!



[Piano vamping]



Could I? I certainly could!



[Piano vamping]



Could I? I certainly could!



[Piano vamping]



Could I? I certainly could!



Could I care for those big brown eyes?

Could I buy him his shirts and ties?

Oh, could I? I certainly could!



Could I care for those great big arms?

Could I care for his lovin' charms?

Could I? I certainly could!



What lovin' wouldn't he get, wouldn't he get?

Hot oven, couldn't we pet, couldn't we pet?



Could I give him a thrill or two?

Are you asking? Well, I'm telling you!

Could I? I certainly could!