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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Performer
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Gershwin
George Gershwin
Composer
Ira Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
Songwriter
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Norman Granz
Norman Granz
Producer

Lyrics

I fetch his slippers, fill up the pipe he smokes I cook the kippers, laugh at his oldest jokes Yet here I anchor, I might have had a banker Boy, what love has done to me His nature's funny, quarrelsome half the time And as for money, he hasn't got a dime And here's the joker, I might have had a broker Boy, what love has done to me When a guy looks my way Does he get emphatic, say he gets dramatic? I just wanna fly 'way But if I left him I'd be all at sea I'm just a slavey, life is a funny thing He's got the gravy, I got a wedding ring And still I love him, there's nobody above him Boy, what love has done to me His brains are minus Never a thought in sight And yet his highness Lectures me day and night Oh, where was my sense To sign that wedding license? Boy, What love has done to me My life he's wrecking, bet you could find him now Out somewhere necking somebody else's frau You get to know life when married to a low life Boy, what love has done to me I can't hold my head up The butcher, the baker, oh, no he's a faker Brother, I am fed up But if I left him he'd be up a tree Where will it wind up, I don't know where I'm at I make my mind up, I oughta leave him flat But I have grown so, I love that dirty so and so Boy, what love has done to me
Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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