Perfect Girl

Home alone the other night I get to drinking And thinking about the woman of this old world, Well I known quite a few but between me and you I ain't never met the perfect girl, They either ain't that fun or way too young Or they ain't got a lick of sense Well I dunno if she exist but I'm making up a list That I'm checking 'em all against Well she gotta be five foot eleven, she smells like heaven She was born in '86 or maybe '87 She got full intention of getting her Ph.D. She got a big ol' dually, a countrified booty She's a certified bona fide cold blooded cutie If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be Won't you tell her 'bout me Won't you tell her 'bout me Well I don't mean to sound picky But relationships are tricky And I'm looking for a perfect fit, I want a smoking hot honey With a whole lot of money Who's favorite thing is sharing it, Well you can't really miss her Hell she may be your sister But whoever she might be, You'd be a real life saver If you do me one favor And put in a good word for me She gotta be five foot eleven, she smells like heaven She measures thirty six twenty four thirty seven She got full intention of financially supporting me She got a big ol' dually, a countrified booty And she don't get mad if I watch dirty movies If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be Won't you tell her 'bout me You can tell her that I'm all alone and to call me if she would You can tell her anything as long as it's all good Well she gotta be five foot eleven, she smells like heaven Lets me do what I want to twenty four seven She got full intention of letting me be me And you know she got a big ol' dually, a countrified booty Yeah she thinks cleaning house is the woman's duty If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be Won't you tell her 'bout me Won't you tell her 'bout me