A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say
A fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms when the rest of the world goes wrong
To hold in his arms and know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong

When things go right, and his job's well done
He wants to share the prize he's won
If no one shares and no one cares
Where is the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won?

A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home, but to make this dream come true
A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl, my kind of girl is you