The Girl That I Marry

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. I gotta go. Her nails will be polished and In her hair She'll wear a gardenia and He'll be there 'stead of Flittin', He'll be sittin' Next to her and she'll purr Like a kitten. A doll he can carry, The girl that he Marries.