Perfection
You try to be nice
You wait for the moment
Jump on him, but I got his heart
Ride that bass string
All the way to the pick guard
I still have everything
Every last kiss, I even got that knife
The string, the notes, the pictures
So tell me--How is your life perfect?
What do yo have that
I haven't got? Or Had?
That Car? Mine's Newer
That love--He won't give it to you
Augtograph? I got the three little words
Next time--try to play by the rules
And the game won't be over
And while I'm at it-
I got the seeds
Which you won't plant
That plant-will go on- longer
But the taste-its still on my tongue
I know the spots;
I can make him quiver-
What can you do?
Want want some? Sorry, I don't share
What makes you perfect?
I'm sorry I must have forgot.