Everything I've Got Belongs To You

Everything I've Got Belongs To You
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Lorenz Hart (right)

Don't stamp your foot at me, it's impolite.
To stamp your foot at me is not quite right.
At men'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 a twist.
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 you, 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...

(encore)

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 everyhting 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!
And everything you need 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 or 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 we've got belongs to us!