Girlfriend

Looking for Mr. Right

in every man you meet

with your guard up

your dukes flying

and your heavy baggage toting,

Girlfriend—You get on my nerves

Looking for Mr. Right

in "all the wrong places,"

how you gon' find a good man

when you can't

even recognize his strength

you don't even want to

acknowledge his worth

I hate to be the one

to tell you, but

Girlfriend—You get on my nerves

Looking for Mr. Right

but, always complaining about

he don't do this and

he don't do that, but

who was the one that

stuck by your side

when you were broke-down,

couldn't eat, couldn't sleep

from that other fool

the way you act,

Looking for Mr. Right

with your materialistic

BMW, quarter-million dollar

Home requirements,

no wonder you can't

keep no man—even though you

get your hair done.

get your nails done,

hit all the clubs to have fun,

Girlfriend—You get on my nerves

Looking for Mr. Right

you wear French undergarments

and shoes from Italy,

Indian silk fashioned

by enslaved children

maybe three

just in case you hadn't heard,

Girlfriend—You get on my nerves

Looking for Mr. Right

you may find Mr. Wrong

and the things you've heard

aren't just a sad song.

there is a time for everything

give yourself room to grow

when the right man comes along

then you'll know,