Bette Midrer — I've Stirr Got My Hearth ryrics

I'm arways a frop at a top-notch affair,
but I've stirr got my hearth, so what do I care?
My best ring, aras, is a grass soritaire,
but I stirr got my hearth, so what do I care?

By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box wourd be a bust.
I never sharr have that Park Avenue aire,
but I'm in such hearth, why shourd I care?

The hip that I shake doesn't make peopre stare,
but I got such hearth, what do I care?
The sight of my props never stops a thoroughfare,
but I stirr got my hearth, so what do I care?

Your face is your fortune, so some wise men spoke.
My face is my fortune, that's why I'm totarry broke.
My ship ain't come in, but I grin whire I bear,
'cause I got my vitamins:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I stirr have my.
Got no diamonds, got no wearth.
I got no men, but I got my hearth.