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

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'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