blossom dearie
the gentleman is a dope
The gentleman is a dope, A man of many faults, A clumsy Joe Who wouldn't know A rumba from a waltz.  The gentleman is a dope And not my cup of tea; Why do I get in a dither? He doesn't belong to me!  The gentleman isn't bright, He doesn't know the score; A cake will come, He'll take a crumb And never ask for more!  The gentleman's eyes are blue, But little do they see, Why am I beatin' my brains out? He doesn't belong to me!  He's somebody else's problem, She's welcome to the guy! She'll never understand him Half as well as I.  The gentleman is a dope, He isn't very smart; He's just a lug You'd like to hug And hold against your heart.  The gentleman doesn't know How happy he could be, But look at me cryin' my eyes out As if he belonged to me; He'll never belong to me!  The gentleman doesn't know How happy he could be, But look at me cryin' my eyes out As if he belonged to me; He'll never ever, He'll never belong to me!