Imaginary You

I've never been a girl, who wants all kinds of presents.
No diamonds for me, new clothes, or even perfume scents.
What I want in a man, is something very different indeed.
It's not something I want, it's something that I need...
I want a guy that loves me, for the person that I am.
I need a man that tries to get to my heart, when it's shut up like a clam.

It'd be nice if you know how to cook, but that's not all I need.
If we ever go out dancing, I hope you take the lead.
You need to do some chores without me telling you to.
I want you to love me more and more, with everything I do.
You can't be a fitness nut, because then I will feel fat.
You asked, "feline or canine?", you'd better pick the cat.

So I don't know if you exist, the perfect man for me.
It doesn't sound too improbable, so I'll just wait and see.
And if you really don't exist, I guess I can still dream,
Perhaps being imaginary is your very unfortunate theme.