You Comb Her Hair

I know that you're wondering who i dream about And if i've met someone who thrills me so Well, i finally met a girl who turns me inside out I'll tell you about her for you ought to know You comb her hair every morning And make sure she's dressed just right You comb her hair every morning And put her to bed every night When she's around me sometimes i can hardly speak I stammer and i act just like a fool And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak You know her honey, don't you know it's you Copyrihgt 1963 tree publishing co., inc.