Words and music by rick nielsen, robin zander, tom petersson and bun e. carlos

All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.

You can drink my whiskey, get high all night;
Play my guitar, well, thats all right.
Give you my money, never get it back.
Take what you want as a matter of fact.
You can have anything, anything except...
My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
Thats where I draw the line.
My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.

Promise her cocaine, reds, whites and blues.
If I catch you doing that shit,
I know youre gonna lose.
Like a copy cat killer lacks originality.
Yeah, a lousy cliff irving tryin to plagiarize me.

My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
Thats where I draw the line.
My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.

Well, one of these days, and it wont be long.
Aint the same old line from a rock- n -roll song.
If long tall sally ever talked like that,
You can take what you want as a matter of fact.
You can have evrything, anything except...

My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
Thats where I draw the line.
My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine.

Dont try, steal my girlfriends.
Oo, I love her a lot, yeah, yeah, yeah

My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
Its all that Ive got.
Its all that Ive got.
Its all that Ive got, oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
My girlfriends, my girlfriends.
Dont try, steal my girlfriends.