Beautiful girl, youâre a lovely pictureBeautiful girl, youâre a gorgeous mixtureOf all that lies, under the big blue skiesMy heart cries…Beautiful girl, youâre a dazzling iconBeautiful girl, I could never —–[Dialogue]If I have you making my dream come trueThey may be blondes or brunettesThey are hard to resistYou surpass them like a queenYouâve got those lipsThat were meant to be kissedAnd youâre over sweet sixteenOh, Beautiful girl, what a gorgeous creatureBeautiful girl, let me call a preacherWhat can I doBut give my heart to you[spoken](A beautiful girl is like a great work of art.Sheâs stylish, sheâs chic and she also is smart.For lounging in her boudoir, this simple plain pajama.Her cloak his trimed with monkey fur to lend a dash of drama.Anyone for tennis? This will make them cringe,And youâll knockâem dead at dinner if your gown just drips with fringe.You simply canât be too modest at the beach or at the pool.And in summer time itâs organdy, thatâll keep you fresh and cool.Youâll never guess what loud applausse this cunning hat receives,And you’ll never dream the things that you could hide within these sleeves.A string of pearls with a suit of tweed, it started quite a riot.And if you must wear fox to the opera, dame fashions says dye it.Black is best when you are in court)The judge will be impressed,But white is right when youâre a brideAnd you’ll want to be well dressed.Beautiful girl, for you Iâve got a passionBeautiful girl, youâre my queen of fashionIâm in a whirl, over my beautiful girl.