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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
`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.

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