Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me

the song that I've been waiting to hear,

just for me, Mr. C., just for me,

and everybody else will disappear . . .



Thank heaven for little girls

for little girls get bigger every day!



Thank heaven for little girls

they grow up in the most delightful way!



Those little eyes so helpless and appealing

one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'



Thank heaven for little girls

thank heaven for them all,

no matter where no matter who

for without them, what would little boys do?



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Thank heaven . . . thank heaven . . .

Thank heaven for little girls!



You were meant for me

I was meant for you!

Nature patterned you, an' when she was done

you were all the sweet things rolled in one!



You're like a plaintive melody

that never lets me free

I'm content, the angels must have sent you

and they meant you just for me!



You . . .

were . . .

meant . . .

for me!



I . . .

was . . .

meant . . .

for you!



I'm content,

the angels must have sent you

and they meant you

just for me!



A fella needs a girl, to sit by his side

At the end of a weary day

To sit by his side and listen to him talk

And agree with the things he'll say!



A fella needs a girl, to hold in his arms

When the rest of the world goes wrong

To hold in his arms and know that she believes

That her fella is wise an' strong!



When things go right and his job's well done

He wants to share the prize he's won

If no o