Well that's fine, and now Betty is one of the three flying Huttons when you answer a slew of command performance requests, and strafe us for that 50 caliber tune, he says murder, he says

Finally found a fella
Almost completely divine
But his vocabulary
Is killin' this romance of mine

We get into an intimate situation
And then begins this Romeo's conversation

He says, murder, he says
Every time we kiss
He says, murder, he says
At a time like this
He says, murder, he says
Is that the language of love?

He says, solid, he says
Takes me in his arms
And says, solid, he says
Meaning all my charms
He says, solid, he says
Is that the language of love?

He says, chick chick
You torture me
Zoom, are we livin?
I'm thinkin' of leavin' him flat
He says, dig dig the jumps
The old ticker is givin'
No, he can talk plainer than that
He says, murder, he says
Every time we kiss
He says, murder, he says
Keep it up like this
And that, murder, he says
In that impossible tone

Will bring on nobody's murder
But his own

He says, Jackson, he says
And my name's Marie
He says, Jackson, he says
Shoot the snoot to me
He says, Jackson, he says
Is that the language of love?

He says, woof woof
When he likes my hat
He says, tsk tsk
He says
What the heck is that?
He says, woo woo! he says
Is that the language of love?

He says hep hep with helium
Now babe, we're cookin'
And other expressions, to wit
He says, we're in to groove
And the groove is good lookin'
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
He says, murder
He says, murder
And the way he says murder
In that impossible tone
I've told him over and over and over again
That it'll be nobody else's murder
But his own

Yes, sir, a vitamin pill with legs, how 'bout that?