The Man I Love

The boss gets on my nerves; 
  I've got a good mind to quit. 
  I've taken all I can; 
  It's time to get up and git, 
  And move to another job 
  Or maybe another town. 
  The gentleman burns me up, 
  The gentleman gets me down. 

  The gentleman is a dope, 
  A man of many faults, 
  A clumsy Joe 
  Who wouldn't know 
  A rhumba from a waltz. 
  The gentleman is a dope, 
  And not my cup of tea. 
  (Why do I get in a dither? 
  He doesn't belong to me.) 

  The gentleman isn't bright, 
  He doesn't know the score; 
  A cake will come, 
  He'll take a crumb 
  And never ask for more. 

  The gentleman's eyes are blue, 
  But little do they see. 
  (Why am I beating my brains out? 
  He doesn't belong to me.) 

  He's somebody else's problem; 
  She's welcome to the guy! 
  She'll never understand him 
  Half as well as I. 

  The gentleman is a dope, 
  He isn't very smart. 
  He's just a lug 
  You'd like to hug 
  And hold against your heart. 
  The gentleman doesn't know 
  How happy he could be. 
  (Look at me, crying my eyes out 
  As if he belonged to me .  .  . 
  He'll never belong to me.)