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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 sittin'
Next to her, and she'll purr like a kitten

A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be