she’s 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.
A pretty little face, that face just knocks me off my feet,
A 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 in a kind of whirl, to my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
– My Kind Of Girl as sung by Dean Martin.