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      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