A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day. To hold in his arms and know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong. A fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms when the rest of the world goes wrong, To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say. If no one shares and no one cares, He wants to share the prize he's won. When things go right, and his job's well done, 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.