I know that you wonder who I dream about

And if I've met someone who thrills me so

Well, I finally met a girl who turns me inside out

I'll tell you about her, for you ought to know

You comb her hair ev'ry mornin'

And make sure she's dressed just right

You comb her hair ev'ry mornin'

And put her to bed ev'ry night

When she's around me, sometimes I can hardly speak

I stammer and I walk right into doors

And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak

Oh, you know her, honey, don't you know it's you

You comb her hair ev'ry mornin'

And make sure she's dressed just right

You comb her hair ev'ry mornin'

And put her to bed ev'ry night