In the realm of pop music, we often find ourselves wading through the waters of love and heartbreak. This catchy tune is no different, yet it adds a delightful twist. The song cleverly explores the modern struggle of finding an ideal mate, with a list of high standards that are almost impossible to meet. It's a playful critique on society's unrealistic expectations for partners - emotional stability, financial security, punctuality, kindness, physical strength - the list goes on! But amidst all the humor and wit, there lies an undercurrent of truth; aren't we all just trying to synthesize our picture-perfect match? So while you're bobbing your head to this infectious beat, remember: it's okay to have standards but let's keep them real!
GUY.exe
Lyrics
Wish I could synthesize
A picture perfect guy
Oh I, oh I
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
They say
Expectations are too high
And you'll never find a guy like that
It's driving you mad, honey
They say
That its just a waste of time
Get your head out of the sky
But why?
Here we go
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 mama right
That's right, that's what I like
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?
They say
Expectations are too high
And you'll never find a guy like that
It's driving you mad, honey
They say
That its just a waste of time
Get your head out of the sky
But why?
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 (alright, oh no no)
Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight
And not a minute late (no)
'Cause I don't like to wait, no
Kind and ain't afraid to cry
Or treat his mama right
That's right, that's what I like
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
Oh I, wish I could synthesize
A picture perfect guy
Oh I, oh I (hey)
Six feet tall and super strong (hey)
We'd always get along
Alright, alright (alright)
Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight
And not a minute late (no)
'Cause I don't like to wait, no
Kind and ain't afraid to cry (ain't afraid to cry
Or treat his mama right (that's right)
That's right (that's right)
That's what I like (that's what I like)
Writer(s): Mitchell Grassi, Scott Hoying, Zak Waters
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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