A Perfect Man Does Not Exist
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist
But if that's true then who is this...
This person who seems to think that I could be his everything, who smiles when I sing... Badly
Whose in awe of me and my quirks and my quips.
My eyes, nose and my lips.
He greets me with the day, thinks my hair is perfect for play.
And is pleased with me in every way.
How wonderful of a man you are, that I see no fault in you.
But being blind to it doesn't mean there are no faults in you.
A perfect man does not exist
And all the while, I long for your kiss, and your arms to be wrapped around me in the sweetest way.
That you're who I want to see at the end of a long day.
And I know I must seem crazy, for jumping into something so soon,
My lack of cautiousness, probably makes me look like a fool.
But I would be foolish,
If I passed up on this...
I called myself a princess, but he's already made me a queen.
A perfect man does not exist; so maybe this is a dream ?
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