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 her
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