Could I, I Certainly Could! - Ruth Etting

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

Could I?

I certainly could

Could I?

I certainly could

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!