You're Getting To Be A Habit With Me

Written for: Forty-Second Street (1933)
Performer: Bebe Daniels; Bebe Daniels & Studio Chorus
Lyric: Al Dubin
Parody lyric: Allan Sherman
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1932
Original publisher: M. Witmark & Sons

Verse 1:

I don't know exactly how it started,
But it started in fun;
I just wanted someone to be gay with,
To play with someone.
But now I realize that I could never let you go,
And I've come to tell you so;

Chorus:

Ev'ry kiss, ev'ry hug
Seems to act just like a drug;
You're getting to be a habit with me.
Let me stay in your arms,
I'm addicted to your charms;
You're getting to be a habit with me.
I used to think your love was something that I
Could take or leave alone.
But now I couldn't do without my supply,
I need you for my own.
Oh, I can't break away,
I must have you ev'ry day,
As regularly as coffee or tea.
You've got me in your clutches and I can't get free,
You're getting to be a habit with me,
(Can't break it!)
You're getting to be a habit with me.

Verse 2 (from British sheet music):

I thought it was just another meeting,
But my fate had begun;
Something in my heart kept on repeating,
She's diff'rent, this one.
I'm getting, oh so used to having you around each day,
Don't you ever go away.

[Chorus]

Parody lyric:

"You're Getting To Be A Rabbit With Me"

Chorus:

Though you once were the best bunny at the Playboy Club,
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.
I just sit there and stare as you hop from shrub to shrub,
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.
When I proposed to you that evening last spring
You said you'd be my mate.
So I went out and bought a two karat ring,
And both of them you ate.
Then your ears grew an inch,
And your nose began to twitch,
And I noticed your tail was attached permanently,
So I keep you in the backyard in a wooden hutch
'cause you're getting to be a little too much
Like Bugs Bunny, 
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.

Half-chorus:

I feel like something's switching,
It's all so strange and new.
Egad, my nose is twitching,
I'm a rabbit, too!
I'm getting to be a rabbit,
Hippity-hop I love you,
I'm getting to be a rabbit like you.
(Whispered:) Move over honey and pass the lettuce.