I've pushed back soul mates
I've dismissed match dates
I've circled everybody who has just been first rate
But no-one compares
No-one has your hair
No-one has multi-coloured nails
Or has your sad stare
So polish up your face
And tie your old bootlace
Because it's you and only you I wish to purchase
So lighten up your life I say
And get a trophy wife today
She will shine across the land
But obviously tastes quite bland