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I hear he's out there somewhere.
Been looking for him everywhere,
From Roswell to Timbuctoo.
I thought I found him once at a Jiffy lube.
But it turned into a dead end,
So I got my oil changed and I tried again.
He was a major in archeology;
I was diggin' on him but he wasn't on me.
A girl tryin' to find herself the perfect man,
Is like tryin' to find Atlantis.

It's a mystery like the deep blue sea,
You can take it, you can leave it, but I still believe,
So I won't give up and I won't give in:
I know I'm gonna find him, I just don't know when.
A girl tryin' to find herself the perfect man,
Is like tryin' to find Atlantis.

Yeah, I met a mystic down in Memphis,
We stood at the foot of the pyramid.
He had me looking east, had me looking west,
Then he showed me a map and said: "I wish you the best."
An' there was Elvis, not the real one:
When he told me goodbye, he called me "Hon'".
Just another shot in the dark,
Like Eldorado or Noah's Ark.
A girl tryin' to find herself the perfect man,
Is like tryin' to find Atlantis.

It's a mystery like the deep blue sea,
You can take it, you can leave it, but I still believe,
So I won't give up and I won't give in:
I know I'm gonna find him, I just don't know when.
A girl tryin' to find herself the perfect man,
Is like tryin' to find Atlantis.

-jamie o'neil