Frank Sinatra

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.
Shes wise like an angels wise, with eyes like an angels eyes,
And a smile like a kind of pearl, to my mind, shes 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 in a kind of whirl, to my mind, shes my kind of girl.
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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, shes my kind of girl.
Yes, my poor hearts in a whirl, shes just my kind, shes a girl.
And Im glad.
[ My Kind Of Girl Lyrics ]