Marrying Kind

Sittin' in a Key West bar, here I am: There they are, hangin' from the rafters, Like monkeys. Watch 'em gather 'round, it's a primal sound: "Can I buy you another round or get your number?" Check, please. They try to touch my heart but they move way too fast Just another night of foreplay in a shot glass. Where do I find the marryin' kind? The kind of guy who'll settle down, Who ain't afraid to be tied down. And he loves his mother. Where do I find the marryin' kind? Whoa oh, whoa oh. Whoa oh, whoa oh. The lawyer with the crooked tie; College boys with hungry eyes lookin' for the next notch On their bedpost. The doctor from Baltimore; kinda cute: Twice divorced, tryin' to score, But me, I want somethin' more. Well, I don't want to be the last to leave the party. Well, I wanna know is it me? Oh where is he?