So pretty that she makes the sky jealous
Whatever she wears looks good on her
And she doesn't fix her hair
They criticize her because she hates wearing heels
She doesn't like to go to parties
And she reads books for sport
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Let me explain to you that I love you
And I don't know you, I don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me
She gives me records and smiles
She doesn't make me wait for her
And she doesn't choose my shirts
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Let me explain to you that I love you
And I don't know you, I don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me
Let me explain to you that I love you
And I don't know you, I don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me