I met a chick who dug the Stones

I met a chick who dug the Stones.
But she wanted to go it alone.
She didn't have the passion.
It takes a special breed
To fulfill my kind of need.

I look for the highest and the best.
Until I find her I cannot rest.
The aftermath is I couldn't please her.
Though I am a cool man of leisure.

Love is a fickle thing.
I try not to give a fling.
But if she is waiting,
She should give me a sign.