Superfruit Guy.exe
[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
