Muscles get sags,
Stomachs get rolls,
Eyelids have bags
And donuts have holes.
And, baby, you've got me.

You've got my purse---
Here's an old and unpaid bill with it.
You've got my heart---
Here's a digitalis pill with it.
Take it, it's yours.

Mangos have peels,
Walnuts have shells,
Syrup congeals
And liederkranz smells.
And every wonderful thing in the world
Has some strange incongruity---
And, baby, baby, baby,
You've got me.

                            II

Apples have seeds,
Herrings have bones,
Gardens get weeds
And kidneys get stones.
And, baby, you've got me.

Faucets have leaks,
People have fears,
Couches have squeaks
And neighbors have ears.
And, baby, you've got me.

You've got my brains
And each artless alibi with 'em;
You've got my eyes,
You can keep the little sty with 'em---
Take it, it's yours.

Joy has its bounds,
Love its intrigues---
Romance confounds
And passion fatigues.
And every wonderful thing in the world
Has some strange incongruity---
And, baby, baby, baby,
You've got me.