The Music To My Song

I'm looking for the music to my song,

My Cinderella shoe – in short, a man.

I know he's real. What's taking him so long?

I want a white dress, a full-body tan,

A honeymoon December – that's my plan.

I'm looking for the music to my song.

I thought I'd found him once – and then he ran.

Left crumpled candy wrappers in my hand.

I know he's real. What's taking him so long?

My smooth pianist in a slow jazz band,

Tuxedo dreaming on the baby grand.

I'm looking for the music to my song.

He'll draw dream castles for me in the sand.

I'll speak in tongues; he'll always understand.

I know he's real. What's taking him so long?

I'm running out of downtown bars to scan.

My shoes are shot from chasing that one man.

I'm looking for the music to my song.

I know he's real. What's taking him so long?