Irony is Lost on Me

Everyone writes about love
And how it has led to hurt
God forbid we’re happy when alone
Relationships are better
Even when we feel like dirt

We all have our friends
What we really need is men
If you can find me a good one
I swear I’ll change my tune
I just don’t want another Barbie’s Ken

He doesn’t have to be blonde
Or even very tall
Brown eyes work just as well as blue
Sports are just an added plus
His abs of steel shouldn’t be there at all

But I’m not looking for a bad guy
The one the girls all fall for
With his attitude and his rejection
Who needs any of the heartbreak
Cause he’s worse than the one before

I’m just looking for the one
That fits the perfect mold
He has to be sweet and funny
He doesn’t even need a job
As long as he’s perfect, I’m sold