My Man(Mon Homme) - Fanny Brice

It calls me a luck but there’s one thing I’ve got

It’s my man

Cold and wet, tired you bet, but all that I soon forget

With my man

He’s not much for looks and no hero out of books

He’s my man

Two or three girls has he that he likes as well as me

But I love him

I don’t know why I should, he ain’t good

He isn’t true, he beats me too, what can I do

Oh my man I love him so

He’ll never know all my life is just despair

But I don’t care

When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright

Alright

What’s the difference if I say

I’ll go away

When I know I’ll come back on my knees someday

For whatever my man is, I am his forever

And ever, evermore