Karaoké My Kind of Girl Dean Martin

She walks like an angel walks

She talks like an angel talks

And her hair has a kind of curl

Yeah, 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

Oh, 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

Oh, she looks like an angel looks

And cooks like an angel cooks

And my mind she's a kind of a whirl

Yeah, that's my girl 'cos 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

Ooh, looks like an angel looks

She cooks like an angel cooks

And my mind's in a kind of whirl

Yeah, to my mind she's my kind of girl

And my heart's full of joy

Because she's told me that I'm her boy

Oh, I'm her boy

Whee, yeah