Rose Marie

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 satin 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

Instead of flittin' I'll be sittin'

Next to her I'm cheerful like a kitten

A doll I can carry

The girl that I marry must be

Her nails will be polished

And in her hair she'll wear a gardenia

And I'll be there

Instead of flittin' I'll be sittin'

Next to her I'm cheerful like a kitten

A doll I can carry

The girl that I marry must be