A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he’ll say

A fellow needs a girl to hold in his arms
When the rest of his world goes wrong
To hold in his arms and know that she believes
That her fellow is wise and strong

When things go right and his job’s well done
He wants to share the prize he’s won
If no one shares and no one cares
Where’s the fun of a job well done?
Or a prize that 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

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

More lyrics from Frank Sinatra