Ain’t Misbehavin’

(Fats Waller, Harry Brooks, Andy Razaf)
1929

No one to talk with. All by myself.
No one to walk with. But I’m happy on the shelf.
Ain’t misbehavin’,
I’m savin’ my love for you.
(For you, for you, for you.)

I know for certain,  the one I love.
I’m through with flirtin’.  It’s just you I’m thinkin’ of.
Ain’t misbehavin’,
I’m savin’ my love for you

Like Jack Horner, in the corner
Don’t go nowhere,  what do I care?
Your kisses  are worth waitin’ for,
Believe me.

I don’t go out late. Don’t care to go.
I’m home about eight,  just me and my radio.
Ain’t misbehavin’,
savin’ my love for you.