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
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