Perfect

There's a festival in our future We're all giddy with anticipation I'll be hanging flowers on scented bowers, to enhance the festivation There'll be merriment in the courtyard And waltzing even in the hallways Won't it just be perfect? Won't it just be perfect? Won't it just be perfect? Ah-ah-ah Don't you think it will be just perfect? Of course! Isn't it always? It's another perfect Monrolasia morning Shiny children play beneath a shiny sky Every bird in every tree Singing extra prettily It's all perfect, so why aren't I? I know my role And every day, I play it Who I really am, I never let them see But I'm feeling, deep inside Where the weird parts of me hide Maybe perfect isn't perfect for me In me, there's hunger for adventure In me, there's a longing for romance And secretly I crave A day that I could save I could do it! If I ever get the chance And on this perfect Monrolasia morning There's a little thrill of possibility! 'Cause I've got a feeling That maybe today... Just around that corner or out by the bay Some kind of change could be coming my way! Something wild and imperfect But perfectly right! For me... No, I never wanted to be perfect Just the chance to do and be What's right for me