ou think every guy wants a girl from the runway No hips, sad lips, cigarettes n coffee all day And shes from LA, but like an X-Ray I can see through her game, do I want it, no way But now you say, what if she pays Every time, fine wine, pours Krug Rose Well money goes away, looks dissipate, I need a Girl like you not a JC Penny Display And I dont mean to hate, if I could go and make The perfect girl youd be the one that I would create Like two teenagers carve our names in a tree Buy a little booze to spike the Arizona tea Write you a love poem about my heart and key Making love in the summertime wild and free I love it when its simple Id think youd agree Driving up the coast State Street in SB We dont call em fights we just say we disagree Now Im quoting Family Guy to get you laughing at me Believe, theres no one else Id rather see Sleeping next to me in the morning middle of a dream I could go to every bar Chase em around all night long But what you dont see, Baby youre perfect, Baby youre perfect to me I could go across the world Say hello to every girl But what you dont see Baby youre perfect, Baby youre perfect to me