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! [Piano vamping] Could I? I certainly could! [Piano vamping] Could I? I certainly could! [Piano vamping] 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!