My kind of woman
Is the right kind of woman
Not a date, not a doll, not a dame
 
My kind of woman
Is the bright kind of woman
In her arms love is more
Than a game

She's just an old-fashioned rose in September
Not like the roses of June I remember

But my kind of woman
Will be my kind of woman
All the way, all the time
All the same

She's just an old-fashioned rose in September
Not like the roses of June I remember

But my kind of woman
Will be my kind of woman
All the way, all the time
All the same
All the way, all the time
All the same