THE GIRL THAT I MARRY

The girl that I marry will have to be

As soft and as pink as a nursery

The girl I call my own

Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne

Her nails will be polished and in her hair

She'll wear a gardenia and I'll be there

'Stead of flittin', I'll be sittin'

Next to her and she'll purr like a kitten

A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be

Her nails will be polished and, in her hair

She'll wear a gardenia and I'll be there

'Stead of flittin', I'll be sittin'

Next to her and she'll purr like a kitten