| 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 atwist | 
| 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 everything 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! | 
| 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! |