How do you do it E. Y. Harburg, Louis Gensler
All the folks at home are criticizin' me;
They all say that you've been mesmerizin' me
ever since you cast your evil eyes on me.
Dracula had nothing to compare with you;
Frankenstein had nothing he could share with you.
Why am I enslaved in this affair with you?
How do you do it? How do you do what you do?
I've been all through it, but this is something new.
Your kiss is voo-doo.
How do you get me that way?
The things that you do make other thrills passé.
You took the old fashioned passion and re-organized it.
You took the old kind of lovin' and demoralized it.
How do you do it? I ought to drop you, but oh!
How do you do it? What makes me love you so?
