Strut Miss Lizzie - Bobby Hackett

When a girl has the heart of a mother

It must go to someone of course

It can’t be sister or brother

And so I love my horse

But horses are frequently silly

Mine ran from the beach of Okhala

And left me alone for a filly

So I have picked you up

I’m a sentimental sap, that’s all

What’s the use of trying not to fall?

I have no will, you’ve made your kill

Cause you took advantage of me

I’m just like an apple on a bough

And you’re gonna shake me down somehow

So, what’s the use, you’ve cooked my goose

Cause you took advantage of me

I’m so hot and bothered that

I don’t know my elbow from my ear

I suffer something awful each time

You go and much worse when you’re near

Here I am with all mys burned

Just a babe in arms where you’re concerned

So lock the doors and call me yours

Cause you took advantage of me

I’m a sentimental sap, that’s all

What’s the use of trying not to fall?

I have no will, you’ve made your kill

Cause you took advantage of me

I’m just like an apple on a bough

And you’re gonna shake me down somehow

So, what’s the use, you’ve cooked my goose

Cause you took advantage of me

I’m so hot and bothered that

I don’t know my elbow from my ear

I suffer something awful each time

You go and much worse when you’re near

Here I am with all mys burned

Just a babe in arms where you’re concerned

So lock the doors and call me yours

Cause you took advantage of me

You took advantage of me