Writer(s): Hugh Martin / Ralph Blane
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 flitting, I’ll be sitting next to her and she’ll purr like a kitten,
A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be.