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?) Doggone woman, your socks don't match! Your teeth have that pearly white Your lips are sweet, and they pucker right You're the kind to lift my latch But doggone baby your socks don't match The shoes you wear, oh they reveal your hose Seems they've both of em are different hues It seem to be strangers baby Why don't you amalgamate and get them things together I think you should introduce it to yes you gotta do them kind of things You got the eyes, yes they're lovely blue You're gotta find a pug nose, I'll go for that too Though you're the best of all, yes you've the finest of all the batch, women forget it, skip it Your socks don't match No no your socks don't match