I Think That I Shall Never See

A guy who's perfect just for me
A man who's bright and bore me,
whos the good taste to adore me
One'll make my insides tingle
Who is (dare I hope it?) single
And who if our lips should lock
can send my hormones into shock
A man whose passion doesn't wane
when he finds out I've got a brain
Yet one who'll flatterm charm, and flirt
(a lot of money couldn't hurt)
So if you see my Mr. Right
feel free to call me day or night
And if he doesn't come along - - -
Perhaps I'll consider Mr. Wrong