I'm In Love With The Girl At The Record Store

Brown Eyes, Blue Hair, And A Red Vest

She Says The Sweetest Things To Me

Like “may I Help You” And “good Afternoon”

But She Is Corporate And She Is Programed

To Get Me What I Need

I Like To Entain The Thought

That This Is How She'd Be If She Was With Me

I'm In Love With The Girl In The Rolling Stone

I Read Her Interview And She Sounds Perfect

If It's All The Truth

How Am I Going To Get To Her

Without Stalking Her And Looking Like I'm Not

Right In The Head

Cutting Up Letters For The Note That I Left

That Said...

I Want To Find My Perfect Girl

One Who Lives Up To My Standards

She's Got To Be An Angel, A Perfect Little Angel

I'll Never Find The Perfect Girl

I Want To Fall In Love With A Rich Girl

Drive Her Car When I Take Her Out

Buy Her Gifts With Her Own Damn Money

Let Her Pay For Dinner And A Movie

She'll Buy Me Clothes; She'll Pay My Rent

She'll Get My Bills And Cover My Debts

Marry Her And Be Set For Life

Daddy's Money Making Everything All Right

So Many Girls That I Have Been With

So Many Girl Have Tried To Change To Change The Way That I Feel

But It's Not My Fault, I Can't Help It. And I Will Never Ever Be Happy

You Seem Sweet And Oh So Pretty, But We Should Take A Break Or Just Be Friends

We Are Just Not Compatable, I Don't Think It's Going To Work Out

I Need To Find Myself, It's For The Best. It's Not You It's Me