Lyrics I'm Not The Marrying Kind - Elvis Presley

I'm Not The Marrying Kind

Show me a girl with a dimple on her cheek
But it melts in her mouth when she opens it to speak
Show me a girl who is acting so refined
And I’ll show you a girl with one thing on her mind
So I say, «You know what?»
She says, «What?», I say, «What?
Oh, I’m not the marrying kind»
«For you’ve got what it takes
And it takes what you’ve got
But I’m not the marrying kind»
«Don't kiss me, don’t claw me
Don’t pet me, don’t paw me
I won’t leave my freedom behind»
«You know what?», She says, «What?»
I say, «What?
Thanks a lot
But I’m not the marrying kind»
«I'm not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
Now you’ve got what I’m not
I’m not the marrying kind»
«Oh, I’m not the marrying kind
Oh, I’m not the marrying kind»