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A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side |
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At the end of a weary day |
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To sit by his side and listen to him talk |
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And agree with the things he'll say |
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A fellow needs a girl to hold in his arms |
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When the rest of his world goes wrong |
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To hold in his arms and know that she believes |
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That her fellow is wise and strong |
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When things go right and his job's well done |
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He wants to share the prize he's won |
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If no one shares and no one cares |
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Where's the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won? |
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A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home |
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But to make this dream come true |
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A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl |
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My kind of girl is you |
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A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home |
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But to make this dream come true |
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A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl |
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My kind of girl is you |
