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 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