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

Instead of flitting

I'll be sitting

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 flitting

I'll be sitting

Next to her

I'm cheerful like a kitten

A doll I can carry

The girl that I marry must be