Now, all you gals, come gather 'round, stop ravin' about your men
And let me tell you how sweet mine is, though he's a mess of sin
'Cause when my baby makes love to me, it's murder
Now, when he turtle-doves me, that's murder
Now, when he feels temperamental, I just let him have his way
I can only see him twice a week; he's a member of the PWA
Now when my baby caresses me, it's murder
But if he ever dispossesses me I will commit murder
Now, if I tell him that he's not mine
He turns into Frankenstein
Makes shivers run up and down my spine; aah, that's murder
Now, when my baby makes love to me, it's murder
Now, when he turtle-doves me, that's murder
Now, when he feels temperamental, I just let him have his way
You know, he ain't afraid of the big, bad wolf; I found that out today
Now when my baby caresses me, it's murder
But if he ever dispossesses me I will commit murder
Now, he drinks liquor and everything
He's the guy who's got that swing
But when he shakes that thing, hmmm, that's murder