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 But 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 a perfect girl, One who lives up to my standards She's got to be an angel, a perfect little angel I'll never find my perfect girl I want to fall in love with a rich chick 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 I want to find a perfect girl One who lives up to my standards She's got to be an angel, a perfect little angel I'll never find my perfect girl 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 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 But I need to find myself, it's for the best. It's not you it's me You've got to be an angel, a perfect little angel I'll never find my perfect girl