In Search of the Perfect Shampoo

I've squandered love as I've wandered
 Lover to lover untrue
 Cut flowers pink tile showers
 Women I've counted like coups (?)
 Been in search of the perfect shampoo
 You thrilled me
 Walked right up to me
 My follicles prayed it was true
 Don't panic, we're pure organic.
 No more medicated goo,
 Now I've found me the perfect shampoo
 And it's you...
 So rub-a-dub, dub dub
 Just you me in the tub
 Gonna suds away all our troubles
 In a million low pH bubbles
 [REPEAT]
 Hey, Daddy, how come you had me?
 Were Mamas pajamas see-through?
 You look great, Dad, you're P-38, Dad!
 Were you in love or just blue,
 Or in search of the perfect shampoo?