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 a smile like a kind of pearl

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



Pretty little face

that face just knocks me off of my feet!

Pretty little feet

she's really sweet enough to eat!



She looks, like an angel looks,

she cooks like an angel cooks!

And my mind's in a kind of whirl

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



Pretty little face

that face just knocks me off of my feet!

Pretty little feet

she's really sweet enough to eat!



She looks, like an angel looks,

she 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 kind of full of joy

because she told me

I'm her kind of boy!



That lady's my kind of girl!



Words and Music by Leslie Bricusse, 1961