Perfect

Wouldn't it be nice if my words were sticks and stones So they would definitely hurt you or even better Make your mother never birth you Just make her feel like me aching she sits and bleeds Thinking is this what she really needs So what the hell if I'm not really perfect Nobody ever said I had to be And If I wasn't really perfect You'd give an arm and a leg to be me You just wanne be me Don't you really really wanna be me Pretty like me Wouldn't it be nice to take a little trip over some ice And make you frees like you did to me So maybe freezin wasn't such a bad idea But knowing my luck you'd float backup And make the freezin stop, isn't life such a breeze Seems like Jezus took a trip to the fucking Antilles Oh, you know it's time You can't deny it Closing doors before you even try it