The Perfect Girl

You embarrassed all your friends tonight Talking about the pointlessness Of social pleasantries You took a jab at everyone For being as you called it "Fucking sheep" You know, I like what I see You see it all so clearly you know I think you could be I think you could be the girl for me You don't like kissing Or vanilla sex You don't like movies Unless on VHS You hate the media You hate the news You hate it when strangers talk to you You hate our consumerist society You think todays music is a travesty You hate to wear smiles or underwear You hate the fact that you don't care Now we can stand hand in hand As the world burns And embrace at the sound of their screams Of what I want you're the epitome And we can get along famously You make me so glad to see You hate the same things as me You hate being dragged out to bars You hate SUVs and smart cars You hate all the fads You hate the iPads You hate earth tones and you hate plaid Now we can stand hand in hand As the world burns And embrace at the sound of their screams Of what I want you're the epitome And we can get along famously You make me so glad to see You hate the same things as me