My Kind of Girl

She walks like an angel walks,

She talks like an angel talks,

And her hair has a kind of curl,

To my mind she’s MY KIND OF GIRL.

She’s wise like an angel’s wise,

With eyes like an angel’s eyes,

And a smile like a kind of pearl,

To my mind she’s MY KIND OF GIRL.

Pretty little face, that face just knocks me off my feet.

Pretty little feet, she’s really sweet enough to eat.

She looks like an angel looks,

She cooks like an angel cooks,

And my mind’s in a kind of whirl,

To my mind she’s MY KIND OF GIRL.

And my heart’s kind-a full of joy,

Because she’s told me I’m her kind of boy.