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I'm in love with the girl at the record storeBrown eyes, blue hair, and a red vestShe says the sweetest things to me Like "may I help you" and "good afternoon"But she is corporate and she is programedTo get me what I needI 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 truthHow am I going to get to her without stalking her and looking like I'm not right in the headCutting up letters for the note that I leftthat 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 girlI want to fall in love with a rich girlDrive her car when I take her outBuy her gifts with her own damn moneyLet her pay for dinner and a movieShe'll buy me clothes; she'll pay my rentShe'll get my bills and cover my debtsMarry 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 You have to be an angel, a perfect little angel. I'll never find my perfect girl.
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