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