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 [Am]sittin'
Next to [C7]her and [Bm]she'll purr like [F]a kitten
A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be
Her nails will be [Am]polished and, in her hair,
She'll wear a gardenia and [Bm]I'll be [Am]there
'stead of flittin', I'll be [Am]sittin'
Next to [C7]her and [Bm]she'll purr like [F]a kitten
A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be
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