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!"
A Mulher Perfeita
Ela era a mulher perfeita, de todas as maneiras,
Fazia o sol brilhar mais forte, e sumirem minhas dores.
Ela era a mulher perfeita, uma chef de primeira,
Dizem que o amor é cego, mas também é surdo, na verdade.
Porque Helen Keller era a mulher perfeita, e ninguém entende,
quão talentosa ela era com suas mãos.
Deus a fez a mulher perfeita, eu era o toque final.
Ela era a mulher perfeita porque não falava demais.
Ela queria escolher os nomes dos filhos, então eu deixei,
mas ficou horrível, até o Chewbacca faria melhor... Raaaaa
Mas acho que ficou legal, tivemos um menino e uma menina.
Só eu e a Helen, uhhh-aaaa, e o Earl!
Porque Helen Keller era minha milagreira, eu era seu show solo,
Eu podia andar pela casa pelado, e ela nem perceberia.
Helen Keller era minha mulher perfeita, eu era sua única necessidade.
Ela não se importava com as espinhas na minha bunda, isso só a deixava mais interessada.
Isso a deixava mais interessada...
Ela leu hera venenosa, leu acne, leu herpes, leu tudo.
Leu arrepios, leu bolhas, até leu uma bola de basquete.
Helen Keller era minha mulher perfeita, mas acho que ela não se importava.
Eu toquei essa música pra ela, e ela só ficou lá, me encarando.
Ela ainda era minha mulher perfeita, eu era meio bagunçado,
Eu pedi ela em casamento, e ela disse: "Uh-ee-ohhh!"