My Kind Of Girl
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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She walks like an angel walks,
She talks like an angel talks,
And her hair has a kind of curl,
To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
She's wise like an angel's wise,
With eyes like an angel's eyes,
And a smile like a kind of pearl,
To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
A pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
A pretty little feet,
She's really sweet enough to eat.
She looks like an angel looks,
She cooks like an angel cooks,
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
(full instrumental interlude)
Hmmm, pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
Pretty little feet,
She's really sweet enough to eat.
She looks like an angel looks,
And she cooks like an angel cooks,
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
Yes, my poor heart's in a whirl,




She's just my kind, she's a girl.
And I'm glad.

Overall Meaning

Frank Sinatra's My Kind Of Girl is a romantic love song that praises the qualities and attributes of a woman who captures the singer's heart, mind, and soul. The lyrics focus on the woman's angelic qualities, her wisdom, eyes, smile, and her overall appearance. The first two stanzas present how the woman walks, talks, and carries herself like an angel with curls that attracted the singer to her beauty. The following stanzas further highlight her qualities, like how she looks and cooks like an angel. The overall message describes the singer's fascination with the woman's angelic attributes, which can earn his loyalty and devotion.


The chorus, in particular, reinforces the singer's attraction to the woman, emphasizing how her pretty little face and feet knock him off his feet. He describes her as a pearl, an image that symbolizes her beauty, purity, and worth. The singer's love and admiration for the woman are evident in how he appreciates her every detail, considering her his "kind of girl." He ends the song with a sense of joy and satisfaction that she is indeed his type.


Overall, My Kind Of Girl is a timeless tribute to feminine beauty and grace. It speaks of a man's appreciation of the woman he desires, emphasizing how she captures his heart and imagination. The song's melody and lyrics exude a feeling of warmth, tenderness, and romance, making it a favorite among love song enthusiasts.


Line by Line Meaning

She walks like an angel walks,
She moves gracefully and elegantly like angels are depicted to move.


She talks like an angel talks,
She speaks calmly and pleasantly, like how angels would talk.


And her hair has a kind of curl,
The curls in her hair are very attractive.


To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
She fits the type of women I prefer.


She's wise like an angel's wise,
She has great wisdom and insight that seems divine.


With eyes like an angel's eyes,
Her eyes are very beautiful and bright, like those of angels.


And a smile like a kind of pearl,
Her smile is precious and rare, like a pearl.


A pretty little face,
Her face is very attractive and pleasing to the eyes.


That face just knocks me off my feet,
Her face is very enchanting and captivating to me.


A pretty little feet,
Her feet are small and lovely, a detail that is desirable for me.


She's really sweet enough to eat.
She seems so sweet and lovely that I can't get enough of her.


She looks like an angel looks,
She has a divine and pure appearance, like the angels.


She cooks like an angel cooks,
She cooks excellently, like an ethereal being would.


And my mind in a kind of whirl,
Her features are so impressive that I am very excited and confused.


To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
She's definitely the type of girl I want to be with.


(full instrumental interlude)
The music continues without any lyrics for a bit.


Hmmm, pretty little face,
Repeating the idea that her face is very pretty and attractive.


That face just knocks me off my feet,
Repeating the idea that her face is very enchanting and captivating to me.


Pretty little feet,
Repeating the idea that her feet are small and lovely, a detail that is desirable for me.


She's really sweet enough to eat.
Repeating the idea that she seems so sweet and lovely that I can't get enough of her.


She looks like an angel looks,
Repeating the idea that she has a divine and pure appearance, like the angels.


And she cooks like an angel cooks,
Repeating the idea that she cooks excellently, like an ethereal being would.


And my mind in a kind of whirl,
Repeating the idea that her features are so impressive that I am very excited and confused.


To my mind, she's my kind of girl.
Repeating the idea that she's definitely the type of girl I want to be with.


Yes, my poor heart's in a whirl,
My heart is filled with excitement and confusion.


She's just my kind, she's a girl.
She is exactly the type of woman I prefer.


And I'm glad.
I am very happy to have found her.




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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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