Murder He Says
Ooooooooooooh...
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time they kiss
He says, "Murder," he says
At a time like this
He says, "Murder," he says
Is that the language of love?
Baby, this time it's real
"Solid," he says
Takes her in his arms
He says, "Solid," he says
Meaning all the charms
He says, "Solid," he says
Ain't that the language of love?
He says, "Hep, hep with helium
Now babe, we're cookin'"
And other expressions, to wit
"We're in the groove
And the groove is good lookin'"
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time they kiss
He says, "Murder," he says
Keep it up like this
He says, "Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Brings nobody's murder but his own
He says, "Hep, hep with helium
Now babe, we're cookin'"
And other expressions, to wit
He says, "We're in the groove
And the groove is good lookin'"
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
"Murder," he says
"Murder," he says
"Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Brings nobody's murder but his own
Murder, murder, murder, murder, what he says
Turn me loose, woman!
Brings nobody's murder but his own
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time they kiss
He says, "Murder," he says
At a time like this
He says, "Murder," he says
Is that the language of love?
Baby, this time it's real
"Solid," he says
Takes her in his arms
He says, "Solid," he says
Meaning all the charms
He says, "Solid," he says
Ain't that the language of love?
He says, "Hep, hep with helium
Now babe, we're cookin'"
And other expressions, to wit
"We're in the groove
And the groove is good lookin'"
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time they kiss
He says, "Murder," he says
Keep it up like this
He says, "Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Brings nobody's murder but his own
He says, "Hep, hep with helium
Now babe, we're cookin'"
And other expressions, to wit
He says, "We're in the groove
And the groove is good lookin'"
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
"Murder," he says
"Murder," he says
"Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Brings nobody's murder but his own
Murder, murder, murder, murder, what he says
Turn me loose, woman!
Brings nobody's murder but his own
Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Mchugh, Frank Loesser
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