I sit alone and wonder why
I haven't found the perfect guy
The one who'll be there by my side
When I break down and start to cry
A man who wants to worship me
To be there for eternity
Someone who'll always hold my hand
That would be the perfect man
When I'm alone and need a friend
I'll call his name and he'll be there
He'll be there when I need him most
And kiss me as he holds me close
But I'll never find the "perfect" guy
He's hiding in my ingenius mind
