Beautiful girl, you’re a lovely picture Beautiful girl, you’re a gorgeous mixture Of all that lies, under the big blue skies My heart cries... Beautiful girl, you’re a dazzling icon Beautiful girl, I could never ----- [Dialogue] If I have you making my dream come true
They may be blondes or brunettes They are hard to resist You surpass them like a queen You’ve got those lips That were meant to be kissed And you’re over sweet sixteen Oh, Beautiful girl, what a gorgeous creature Beautiful girl, let me call a preacher What can I do But give my heart to you [spoken] (A beautiful girl is like a great work of art. She’s stylish, she’s chic and she also is smart. For lounging in her boudoir, this simple plain pajama. Her cloak his trimed with monkey fur to lend a dash of drama. Anyone for tennis? This will make them cringe, And you’ll knock’em dead at dinner if your gown just drips with fringe. You simply can’t be too modest at the beach or at the pool. And in summer time it’s organdy, that’ll keep you fresh and cool. You’ll never guess what loud applausse this cunning hat receives, And you'll never dream the things that you could hide within these sleeves. A string of pearls with a suit of tweed, it started quite a riot. And if you must wear fox to the opera, dame fashions says dye it. Black is best when you are in court) The judge will be impressed, But white is right when you’re a bride And you'll want to be well dressed. Beautiful girl, for you I’ve got a passion Beautiful girl, you’re my queen of fashion I’m in a whirl, over my beautiful girl.