She walks   like an an-gel walks, 
She talks    like an an-gel talks. 
And her hair    has a kind of curl,
To  my  mind  she's my   kind of girl.___

She's wise,   like an an-gel's wise,
With eyes   like an an-gel's eyes.
And a smile   like a kind of pearl,
To   my  mind  she's my  kind of girl.____

Pret-ty lit-tle face, 
That face just knocks me off my feet. 
Pret-ty lit-tle feet, 
She's real-ly sweet e-nough to eat.

She looks   like an an-gel looks,
She e-ven cooks   like an an-gel cooks
And my mind's in a kind of whirl
Be-cause to  my  mind  she's my  kind of girl.___
She walks    like an an-gel walks, 
She talks    like an an-gel talks. 
And her hair    has a kind of curl,
To  my  mind  she's my   kind of girl.___

She's wise,   like an an-gel's wise,
With eyes   like an an-gel's eyes.
And a smile   like a kind of pearl,
To   my  mind  she's my  kind of girl.____

Pret-ty lit-tle face, 
That face just knocks me off my feet. 
Pret-ty lit-tle feet, 
She's real-ly sweet e-nough to eat.

She looks   like an an-gel looks,
She e-ven cooks   like an an-gel cooks
And my mind's in a kind of whirl
Be-cause to  my  mind  she's my  kind of girl.___
And my heart's   kin-a-full of joy
Be-cause she's told me  I'm her kind of boy.___

Circa 1961
Lyrics and Music by Leslie Bricusse