Bing Crosby - Your Socks Don't Match lyrics

We heard a chick just the other day Cooling out her boyfriend in very way She kept on a-sking Full of complaints Like she expected folks to be saints She insisted that he be me So this was her complaint complete (Report to the nation) I like the dimple in your chin I like the tricky way you grin Still you ain't no kind of cat (You know why don't you?) Boy, your socks don't match!