Get Thee Behind Me Satan
How glad the many millions of timothy's and Williams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence,
You wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
You're my big and brave and handsome romeo
How I won you, I shall never, never know
It's not that you're attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time,
Hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Yes, I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Writer/s: Irving Berlin
