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