I beg to announce to you,
With men I'm completely through,
Finished with them all, big or small, short or tall!
The door to my heart is shut,
No more will I lose my nut
Over movie stars, sheiks in Packard cars,
I hate all the men!
But:
Could I care for that big boy there,
With the dimples and wavy hair?
Oh, could I? I certainly could!
Could I sit on that papa's knee?
Could I let him "sweet mama" me?
Could I? I certainly could!
What lovin' wouldn't he get, wouldn't he get?
Hot oven, couldn't we pet, couldn't we pet?
Could I take him on moonlight trips,
Fry sweet kisses on those hot lips?
Could I? I certainly could!
[Piano vamping]
Could I? I certainly could!
[Piano vamping]
Could I? I certainly could!
[Piano vamping]
Could I? I certainly could!
Could I care for those big brown eyes?
Could I buy him his shirts and ties?
Oh, could I? I certainly could!
Could I care for those great big arms?
Could I care for his lovin' charms?
Could I? I certainly could!
What lovin' wouldn't he get, wouldn't he get?
Hot oven, couldn't we pet, couldn't we pet?
Could I give him a thrill or two?
Are you asking? Well, I'm telling you!
Could I? I certainly could!
