At times
It can be hard to find
The perfect guy

Us ladies
We search
And search
Until it hurts
To find
The perfect guy

One day you think he's 'the one'
But the next he's on the run
And although you don't want to say good bye
You must remember
He probably ain't
The perfect guy

Some of us get lucky
(Or think we are)
Until we find out he's a druggie
(Unless of course you don't mind a wedding in a jail)
I subject you bail
And don't even bother to cry
Because he is defiantly not
Perfect guy

And if you think you've found him:
Fast forward 2o years
To when a lipstick mark appears
On his shirt
Don't even shed a tear
Just pack you're bags and fly
Because (even though you thought he was)
He's not
The perfect guy

I guess some of us are just better off single