La Mujer Perfecta

So pretty
That makes the sky jealous
She looks good in anything she wears
And doesn't fix 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 appear
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart
Oh, no, no

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

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

I want her to appear
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart
Oh, no, no

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

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