"I've Got The Nerve To Be In Love" lyrics
Rose Marie Jun & Jack Carroll Lyrics
Some folks say love's just a luxury
But I'm afraid I don't agree
What's good enough for Woolworth heirs
And debutantes and millionaires
And kings and queens and people such as
Edward Windsor and his duchess
Is good enough for me
I buy my things at Woolworth's: no charge account at Sak's
I never have to juggle reports of income taxes
That may be so, but why should I deny myself a try
At love?
Don't look for me on Broadway dressed up in tails and high hat
The check girls at Morocco would turn away at my hat
That may be so, but still
I've got a right to have a thrill
Of love
No, I don't R.S.V.P. when high society
Invites me to a dance
Working in a shop all day don't give much time to play
With debutantes. Fat chance!
I haven't got an income that G-men care to question
When market prices tumble, I don't get indigestion
That may be true of me
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
I haven't got a chauffeur: no limousine to roam in
And Miss Eliz'beth Arden don't work on my abdomen
That may be so, but why should I deny myself a try
At love?
I haven't got a wardrobe: no gowns and rings that glisten
No penthouse on the river, I've just a hall to kiss in
That may be so, but still
I've got the crust to want the thrill
Of love
I prefer to keep away
From Newport and the gay
Society affairs
Sewing underwear all day
Don't give much time to play
With millionaires
Who cares?
No Mrs. Schiaparelli designs the clothes I wear
I fight for them in mark downs and Clines on Union Square
That may be true of me
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
I've no evening gowns that swish
I've got no soup and fish or great big yacht
No prince ever was my beau
A beauty from a show, I haven't got
So what?
So what?
Our economic standing won't need investigation
We know that we're included in one-third of a nation
It's very plain to see
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
But I'm afraid I don't agree
What's good enough for Woolworth heirs
And debutantes and millionaires
And kings and queens and people such as
Edward Windsor and his duchess
Is good enough for me
I buy my things at Woolworth's: no charge account at Sak's
I never have to juggle reports of income taxes
That may be so, but why should I deny myself a try
At love?
Don't look for me on Broadway dressed up in tails and high hat
The check girls at Morocco would turn away at my hat
That may be so, but still
I've got a right to have a thrill
Of love
No, I don't R.S.V.P. when high society
Invites me to a dance
Working in a shop all day don't give much time to play
With debutantes. Fat chance!
I haven't got an income that G-men care to question
When market prices tumble, I don't get indigestion
That may be true of me
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
I haven't got a chauffeur: no limousine to roam in
And Miss Eliz'beth Arden don't work on my abdomen
That may be so, but why should I deny myself a try
At love?
I haven't got a wardrobe: no gowns and rings that glisten
No penthouse on the river, I've just a hall to kiss in
That may be so, but still
I've got the crust to want the thrill
Of love
I prefer to keep away
From Newport and the gay
Society affairs
Sewing underwear all day
Don't give much time to play
With millionaires
Who cares?
No Mrs. Schiaparelli designs the clothes I wear
I fight for them in mark downs and Clines on Union Square
That may be true of me
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
I've no evening gowns that swish
I've got no soup and fish or great big yacht
No prince ever was my beau
A beauty from a show, I haven't got
So what?
So what?
Our economic standing won't need investigation
We know that we're included in one-third of a nation
It's very plain to see
But still I've got the nerve to be
In love with you
