The Perfect Girl

I love the way she looks at me When we go out for a walk I love how she just listens And always lets me talk I love the way she lets me choose What we'll watch on our TV And when I leave to go to work I know she'll be missing me I never see her mother The way it's supposed to be She never wants my credit cards And that's just fine with me She never tells me what to do Like taking out the trash Or if she see a sale somewhere She never asks for cash We never watch a chick flick She lets me be a man So I run my fingers thru her hair Just as often as I can I know we'll be together Until the very end I know that she'll be faithful For she is my best friend A love like this is very rare And often hard to find Can you tell I love my dog She's really one of a kind