[Frank]
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