Lyrics:

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 intentions, 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 36, 24, 37
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
Let's me do what I want to twenty four, seven
She got, full intentions, of letting me be me
And you know she got a big ol' dually, a countrified booty
Yeah, she thinks cleaning house is a 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