Dream Girl

Your dream girl had come and then left you,
And I came along with a tissue.
I told you she wasn't worth it,
That there's no such thing as perfect.
But still you will chase her,
In hopes to get a taste of her.
But as you engorge yourself in her,
Back here a fuss will stir.
Wondering how long she will last this time,
And tell me is she really worth the dime?