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
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