The perfect man I've chosen is really the perfect man indeed.
I've been looking all my life for him. My heart, my soul he feeds.
He is so interesting, debonair; the way he walks.
People call him an animal. But I love the way he talks.
He speaks with an Australian accent and he's a different color than me.
That's okay, who knows? I just might come from the same ancestry.
I saw him on the "tele" just a few years back.
He's very photogenic. Oh my gosh! He's wack! (good)
He drives around in a nice car and has a job-to die for!
If ever I was his honey, he'd have someone to buy for.
At least he's not a Mr. Hyde or a mean old Dr. Jeckyl.
No. My "Perfect Man" is wonderful. You see...he's the Geico gecko!