Song Description

The search for the perfect mate. The creating of the perfect girl from girls we see in everyday life, like the girl at the record store or the girl in the magazine.

Lyrics

Postergirl (I'll never find the perfect girl)

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
You have to be an angel, a perfect little angel.
I'll never find my perfect girl.