VERSE 1

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.



REFRAIN 1

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 ev'rything I've got belongs to you.

I've a powerful anesthesia in my fist,

And the perfect wrist to give your neck atwist.

There are hammerlock holds,

I've mastered a few,

And ev'rything 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.



VERSE 2

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.



REFRAIN 2

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 ev'rything 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 ev'rything 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