You're looking for a perfect match
criterion defines
Not many fit your perfect list,
it's me you'll never find
And now you say "I think I've found him!"
"Love," you say, "is blind"
You tell me that he's not good-looking
you love him for his mind

They tell us beauty's only skin deep
but perfection has to reach the surface

Your love would be easier if you were blind

Don't waste yourself on just the average
when you look divine
You'll find that he has imperfections
just as bad as mine
I'm curious of where you'll end up
in this dating race
I hope you're able to be happy
in a future place

They tell us beauty's only skin deep
but perfection has to reach the surface

Your love would be easier if you were blind

Summer 1993