The Girl 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

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 wеar a gardenia and I'll be therе
'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