Lyrics
Home alone the other night I get to drinking
And thinking about the woman of this old world (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
Yeah, 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 lifesaver 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 362437
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
But she gotta be five foot eleven, she smells like heaven
Lets me do what I want to 24-7
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