| Lyrics: | 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 |
