| The girl that I marry will have to be As soft and as pink as a nursery
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| The girl I call my own
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| Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne
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| Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
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| She’ll wear a gardenia and I’ll be there
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| `stead of flittin', I’ll be sittin'
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| Next to her and she’ll purr like a kitten
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| A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
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| She’ll wear a gardenia and I’ll be there
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| `stead of flittin', I’ll be sittin'
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| Next to her and she’ll purr like a kitten
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| A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be |