Not My Girl (Studio) - Fred Astaire

I’ve read about those tender girls

Those ready to surrender girls

I’ve got one of a tougher kind

Rougher kind, the make men suffer kind

Who’s sweet to me?

Not my girl

Who’s kind to me?

Not my girl

You want to know what my girl can be?

Well, listen to me

The sight of her wakes men up

A day with her shakes men up

She practically breaks men up

She’s not an Annabelle Lee

Without her I could not exist

The way that she loves is fright’ning

And on the day when she and I first kissed

I thought I was struck by lightning

Who’s heavenly?

Not my girl

Who wants to be?

Not my girl

If only you’d got my girl

You’d know what’s the matter with me

Who’s sweet to me?

Not my girl

Who’s kind to me?

Not my girl

You want to know what my girl can be

Well, listen to me

The moment she chooses you

Your family loses you

Her kissing just bruises you

You learn what loving can be

Some girls knit socks but she’s not quite

The sort to be neat and tidy

And the socks she gave me Wednesday night

Just put me to sleep till Friday

Who’s heavenly?

Not my girl

Who wants to be?

Not my girl

If only you’d got my girl

You’d know what’s the matter with me