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 satin 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
 Instead of flittin', I'll be sittin'
 Next to her I'm cheerful like a kitten
 A doll I can carry,
 The girl that I marry must be.

 Instead of flittin', I'll be sittin'
 Next to her I'm cheerful like a kitten
 A doll I can carry,
 The girl that I marry must be