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Jb And Moonshine Band Lyrics
"Perfect Girl"

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Home alone the other night I get to drinking
And thinking about the woman of this 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

Well 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 life saver
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 thirty six twenty four thirty seven
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

Well she gotta be five foot eleven, she smells like heaven
Lets me do what I want to twenty four seven
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