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