La chica ideal

Waiting for someone to call with a good plan,
head out to the street and not let anyone stop us
and out of nowhere, you show up.

I could be with my buddies, drunk at a bar, and you see,
one more time I’ve dressed like a fool
just to try to get your attention.

And you tell me to change my clothes, to buy you a drink
and take you out dancing, don’t mess with me, you’ve got cash to burn
'cause your dad's a facial surgeon.

You’re the ideal girl,
you’ve got tricks to spare
to give everyone what they want to hear from you.

You’re the ideal girl,
a strategist like no other
and you don’t care about anything or anyone as long as you win.

Your relationships are starting to bore me,
we get to the club and in the end, it’s only you they invite
and, as usual, I end up paying.

Once inside the chaos, I can’t find you anywhere,
I don’t know why I’m surprised, I know you’ll end up
in some corner letting someone touch you.

And you tell me you dig my clothes,
that I should buy you another drink and take you out dancing
and as always, I get lost in the crowd
and feel like just another one of your fan club.

You’re the ideal girl,
you’ve got tricks to spare
to give everyone what they want to hear from you.

You’re the ideal girl,
a strategist like no other
and you don’t care about anything or anyone as long as you win.

You’re the ideal girl,
you’ve got tricks to spare
to give everyone what they want to hear from you.

You’re the ideal girl,
a strategist like no other
and you don’t care about anything or anyone as long as you win.