Is she the only girl in the world,
that you will always love and adore,
look just as good to you in the morning,
as she did the night before?
Out of a hundred million or two,
is she the only one for you?
If she's the only girl in the world,
come rain or shine,
then she's a girl like mine!
Out of a hundred million or two,
is she the only one for you?
If she's the only girl in the world,
come rain or shine,
then she's a girl . . .
like mine!
Words and Music by Irving Berlin
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