A fellow 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 fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms
when the rest of the world goes wrong,To hold in his arms and
know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong.When
things go right, and his job's well done,He wants to share
the prize he's won.If no one shares and no one cares,Where
is the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won?A
fellow needs a home, his own kind of home, but to make this
dream come true,A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl, my
kind of girl is you.