Letras
The girl that I marry will have to be
As soft in his pink as a nursery
The girl I call my own
Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne
Her nails'll 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