It All Belongs To Me 1927 Irving Berlin

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 04 December 2010
2010

Take a look at the flower
in my button hole.
Take a look say
and ask me why it's there.
Can't you see
that I'm all dressed up to take a stroll,
Can't you tell
that there's something in the air.
I've got a date can hardly wait,
I'd like to bet she won't be late:

Here she comes, come on and meet
a hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
and it all belongs to me.
Flashing eyes and how they roll
a disposition like a sugar bowl
and it all belongs to me.
That pretty baby face
that bunch of style and grace
should be in Tiff'ny's window
in a platinum jewel case
Hey there you you'll get in dutch
I'll let you look
but then you mustn't touch
for it all belongs to me.

Here she comes, come on and meet
a hundred pounds of what is mighty sweet
and it all belongs to me.
Rosy cheeks and red hot lips
and polished nails upon her finger tips
and it all belongs to me.
Those lips that I desire
are like electric wire,
She kissed a tree last Summer
and she started a forest fire
I'm in love with what she's got
and what she's got
she's got an awful lot
and it all belongs to me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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It All Belongs To Me 1927 Irving Berlin
Music by Irving Berlin
© 1927 by Irving Berlin Inc. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 4 December 2010 at 23.08
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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