[Intro: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

Wish I could synthesize

A picture perfect guy

Oh I, oh I

[Verse 1: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

Where all the boys at with emotional stability?

Nice car, a CEO, and almost just as smart as me

Where all the boys at with financial security?

A doctor, a model, a man of possibilities

[Pre-Chorus: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

(They say), expectations are too high

And you'll never find a guy like that

It's driving you mad, honey

(They say) that it's just a waste of time

Get your head out of the sky

But why?

(Here we go)

[Chorus: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

Oh I, wish I could synthesize

A picture perfect guy, oh I, oh I

Six feet tall and super strong

We'd always get along, alright, alright

Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight

And not a minute late

'Cause I don't like to wait, no

Kind and ain't afraid to cry

Or treat his momma right

That's right, that's what I like

[Verse 2: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to

A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom

Romantic love but keep it rough

Am I asking too much?

[Pre-Chorus: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

(They say), expectations are too high

And you'll never find a guy like that

It's driving you mad, honey

(They say) that it's just a waste of time

Get your head out of the sky

But why?

[Chorus: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

Oh I, wish I could synthesize

A picture perfect guy, oh I, oh I

Six feet tall and super strong

We'd always get along, alright, alright

Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight

And not a minute late

'Cause I don't like to wait, no

Kind and ain't afraid to cry

Or treat his momma right

That's right, that's what I like

[Bridge: Mitch Grassi]

I've been looking high and low

For a man who's just right

And treats me mighty fine

So come on, baby

Show me what you got

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Mitch Grassi & Scott Hoying]

Oh I, wish I could synthesize

A picture perfect guy, oh I, oh I

Six feet tall and super strong

We'd always get along, alright, alright

Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight

And not a minute late

'Cause I don't like to wait, no

Kind and ain't afraid to cry

Or treat his momma right

That's right, that's what I like