The Perfect Woman
She was the perfect woman, in every single way,
She made the sun shine brighter, and all my cares go away.
She was the perfect woman, she was a gourmet chef,
They say that love is blind, well it's also deaf.
Cause Helen Keller was the perfect woman, and no one understands,
just how talented she was with her hands.
God made her the perfect woman, i was the finishing touch.
She was the perfect woman cause she didnt talk so much.
She wanted to name the kids, so i finally let her,
it turned out horribly, chewabacca couldve done better... Raaaaa
But a guess it was alright, we had a boy and a girl.
Just me and helen, uhhh-aaaa, and Earl!
Cuase helen keller was my miracle worker, i was her one-man-show,
I could walk around the house naked, and she wouldnt even know.
Helen Keller was my perfect woman, i was her only need
She didnt mind the zits on my ass, it gave her more to read
It gave her more to read....
She read poison ivy, she read acne, she read herpes, she read it all.
She read goosebumps, she read blisters, she even read a basketball.
Helen Keller was my perfect woman, but i dont think she cared.
I played this song for her, she just sat there and stared.
She was still my perfect woman, i was sort of a mess,
I asked her to marry me, she said, "Uh-ee-ohhh!"
La mujer perfecta
Era la mujer perfecta, en todos los sentidos
Hizo brillar más el sol, y todas mis preocupaciones desaparecen
Era la mujer perfecta, era chef gourmet
Dicen que el amor es ciego, bueno también es sordo
Porque Helen Keller era la mujer perfecta, y nadie lo entiende
lo talentosa que era con las manos
Dios la hizo la mujer perfecta, yo era el toque final
Era la mujer perfecta porque no hablaba tanto
Quería nombrar a los niños, así que finalmente la dejé
resultó horrible, chewabacca podría haberlo hecho mejor... Raaaaa
Pero supongo que estaba bien, teníamos un niño y una niña
¡Solo Helen y yo, uhhh-aaaa, y Earl!
Porque helen keller era mi hacedor de milagros, yo era su espectáculo de un solo hombre
Podría pasear por la casa desnuda, y ella ni siquiera lo sabría
Helen Keller era mi mujer perfecta, yo era su única necesidad
No le importaban los pelos en el culo, le dio más para leer
Le dio más para leer
Leía hiedra venenosa, lee acné, lee herpes, lo leyó todo
Leía la piel de gallina, lee ampollas, incluso lee baloncesto
Helen Keller era mi mujer perfecta, pero no creo que le importara
Tocé esta canción para ella, ella se sentó allí y se quedó mirando
Ella seguía siendo mi mujer perfecta, yo era una especie de desastre
Le pedí que se casara conmigo, me dijo: «¡Uh-ee-ohhh!