Well, look me over closely   Tell me what you see      The lady likes to look her best   Before she pours the tea   You see a diamond-studded gown   That makes the evening sun go down      Oh, look me over closely   Tell me what you find   But don't be over anxious   Because I'm not the marrying kind      I'm a port in a storm   You will harbor where it's warm   In my arms you will hide   From the great big world outside      Oh but oh, when you come and see me   Don't try to change my ways   Now you have a part within my heart   And there you'll always stay      There's room for all, not for all   But don't blame me if you fall   So look me over closely   And then make up your mind      But darling, please remember this   I'm holding you before we kiss   So look me over closely   Because I may be the marrying kind      I don't think so   But I just may be the marrying kind   Oh, well, I may be the marrying kind   Ohh