My Kind of Girl - Nat King Cole

She walks like an angel walks

She talks like an angel talks

And her hair has a kind of curl

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 her smile’s like a kind of pearl

To my mind she’s my kind of girl

Pretty little face

That face just knocks me off-a my feet

Pretty little feet

She’s really sweet enough to eat

She looks like an angel looks

She even cooks like an angel cooks

And my mind’s in a kind of whirl

To my mind she’s my kind of girl

She looks like an angel looks

She even cooks like an angel cooks

And my mind’s in a kind of whirl

To my mind she’s my kind of girl

And my heart’s kinda filled with joy

Because she told me I’m her kind of boy