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 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'll marry
Must be
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