You Comb Her Hair
HANK COCHRAN, HARLAN HOWARD
I know that you wonder who I dream about
And if I've met someone who thrills me so
Well, I finally met a girl who turns me inside out
I'll tell you about her, for you ought to know
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
And put her to bed every night
When she's around me, sometimes I can hardly speak
I stammer and I walk right into doors
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak
Oh, you know her, honey, don't you know it's you
You comb her hair every mornin'
And make sure she's dressed just right
You comb her hair every mornin'
And put her to bed every night