La Mujer Perfecta Para Mi

So pretty, she makes the sky jealous
She looks good in whatever she wears
And doesn't fuss over her hair

They criticize her because she hates wearing heels
She doesn't like going to parties
And reads books for fun

I want her to show up
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart

Let me explain that I love you
And I don't know you, don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me

She gives me records and smiles
She doesn't make me wait
And doesn't choose my shirts

I want her to show up
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart

Let me explain that I love you
And I don't know you, don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me