I'm Not The Marrying Kind - Elvis Presley

Show me a girl with a dimple on her cheek

But it melts in her mouth when she opens it to speak

Show me a girl who is acting so refined

And I’ll show you a girl with one thing on her mind

So I say, «You know what?»

She says, «What?», I say, «What?

Oh, I’m not the marrying kind»

«For you’ve got what it takes

And it takes what you’ve got

But I’m not the marrying kind»

«Don't kiss me, don’t claw me

Don’t pet me, don’t paw me

I won’t leave my freedom behind»

«You know what?», She says, «What?»

I say, «What?

Thanks a lot

But I’m not the marrying kind»

«I'm not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not

Now you’ve got what I’m not

I’m not the marrying kind»

«Oh, I’m not the marrying kind

Oh, I’m not the marrying kind»