The Right Girl

[BUDDY]
The right girl—yeah
The right girl—yeah
She makes you feel like a million bucks
Instead of—what?—like a rented tux

The right girl—yeah
The right girl—yeah
She's with you, no matter how you feel
You're not the good guy, you're not the heel
You're not the dreamboat that sank—you're real
When you've got—yeah
The right girl—yeah
And I got—!

Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home

What's new, babe? You miss me?
You smell good, come kiss me
Hey, Margie, you wanna go dancing?
I'm home

Des Moines was rotten and the deal fell through
I pushed, babe
I'm bushed, babe
I needed you to tell my troubles to—
The heck, babe—
Let's neck, babe

Hey, Margie
You wanna go dancing? You wanna go driving?
Or something?
Okay, babe
Whatever you say, babe—
You wanna stay home
You wanna stay home!

The right girl—yeah
The right girl—yeah
She sees you're nothing and thinks you're king
She knows you've got other songs to sing
You still can be—hell, well anything
When you got—yeah!
The right girl—yeah
And I got...!

Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home

You miss me? I knew it
Hey, Margie, I blew it
I don't love
The right girl

(spoken)
God!