My Kind of Girl Songtext

von Nat King Cole

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 her smile like a kind of pearl.
To my mind she's my kind of girl.
Pretty little face.
Oh that face just knocks me off my feet.
Pretty little feet.
She's really sweet enough to eat.
Boy she looks like an angel looks.
She cooks like an angel cooks.
And my minds in a kind of a whirl.
Cause 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.
Man she looks like an angel looks.
And she cooks like an angel cooks.
And my mind in a kind of a whirl.
Cause to my mind she's my kind of girl.
And my heart kind of full of joy.
Cause she told me I'm her kind of boy.
My kind of girl.
Her kind of boy.
My kind of girl.