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 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