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The girl that I marry will have to beAs soft and as pink as a nurseryThe girl I call my ownWill wear satins and laces and smell of cologneHer 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 kittenA doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must beHer 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 kittenA doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be Aus Songtexte Mania