[Verse:]
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Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole
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Take a look say and ask me why it's there
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Can't you see that I'm all dressed up to take a stroll?
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Can't you tell that there's something in the air?
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I've got a date, can hardly wait
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I'd like to bet she won't be late
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[1st refrain:]
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Here she comes, come on and meet
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A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
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And it all belongs to me
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Flashing eyes and how they roll
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A disposition like a sugar bowl
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And it all belongs to me
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That pretty baby face, that bunch of style and grace
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Should be in Tiff'ny's window in a platinum jewel case
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Hey there, you, you'll get in dutch
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I'll let you look but then you mustn't touch
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For it all belongs to me
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[2nd refrain:]
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Here she comes, come on and meet
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A hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
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And it all belongs to me
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Rosy cheeks, red hot lips
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And polished nails upon her fingertips
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And it all belongs to me
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Those lips that I desire are like electric wire
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She kissed a tree last summer and she started a forest fire
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I'm in love with what she's got
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And what she's got, she's got an awful lot
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And it all belongs to me
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[Alternate line:]
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A million dollars worth of flying hips
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It All Belongs To Me
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| Irving Berlin |
