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

Instead 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