Frank Sinatra – 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, shes 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
Shes 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

Hmmm pretty little face
That face just knocks me off my feet
Pretty little feet
Shes really sweet enough to eat

She looks like an angel looks
And she cooks like an angel cooks
And my mind in a kind of whirl
To my mind, she's my kind of girl

Yes, my poor heart's in a whirl,
She's just my kind, she's a girl.
And Im glad.