Fred Astaire Not My Girl
I've read about those tender girls
Those ready to surrender girls
I've got one of a tougher kind
Rougher kind, the make men suffer kind
Who's sweet to me? Not my girl
Who's kind to me? Not my girl
You want to know what my girl can be?
Well, listen to me
The sight of her wakes men up
A day with her shakes men up
She practically breaks men up
She's not an Annabelle Lee
Without her I could not exist
The way that she loves is fright'ning
And on the day when she and I first kissed
I thought I was struck by lightning
Who's heavenly? Not my girl
Who wants to be? Not my girl
If only you'd got my girl
You'd know what's the matter with me
Who's sweet to me? Not my girl
Who's kind to me? Not my girl
You want to know what my girl can be
Well, listen to me
The moment she chooses you
Your family loses you
Her kissing just bruises you
You learn what loving can be
Some girls knit socks but she's not quite
The sort to be neat and tidy
And the socks she gave me Wednesday night
Just put me to sleep till Friday
Who's heavenly? Not my girl
Who wants to be? Not my girl
If only you'd got my girl
You'd know what's the matter with me
