'Tis Harry I'm Plannin' to Marry (From "Calamity Jane")

When you turn to the subject of Harry
 That's a horse from a different safari
 I can box like a fox, he's dumb as an ox
 But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
 (Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
 Though he's built like the bust of Apollo
 Just remember a statue is hollow
 Physically, I'm delish, mentally, superfish
 But it's Harry I'm planning to marry
 (Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
 My heart's twined around his suspenders
 He's the one that I truly adore (adore)
 I am numb, I succumb when he renders
 The face on the bar room floor
 When he flexes his muscles, I flutter
 Like a butterfly caught in a shudder
 When he calls me his mate
 I just disintegrate
 Since the world first began
 Never been such a man
 As the Harry I'm plannin' to marry!
 (Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)
 I bask in his masculine gender
 When he sings, all my troubles depart (depart)
 For who else could so tenderly render
 The curse of an aching heart?
 But when Harry is old and decrepit
 And his touch turns from torrid to tepid
 When we're both eighty-three
 He can have all of me
 When we're both eighty-five
 If I still am alive
 Then it's Harry I'm plannin' to marry
 (Yes, it's Harry she's plannin' to marry)