The perfect Mr. right is always on the run,
Hiding in the shadows trying to escape the sun,
beyond our years of tears and broken hearts,
We catch a glimpse of him, then he's off like a dart.
Where are you Mr. right stop hiding throughout the night, show your face, be revealed, give us all that warm fuzzy chill, you deserve to be loved and so do we, oh Mr right wont you please find me?
