You say you don't like your size, always too tall of too big,
You tell me you want to be skinny, but not like a twig.
Always wanting to make the highest score on the test,
But when you don't you get mad at yourself,
Even though you performed at your best.
You say your too emotional and that you get excited over everything,
So to calm down, chill out and just relax,
You listen to your iPod and sing.
Even during art class your circles aren't exactly circular and your lines,
Not necessarly straight,
But ask anyone besides yourself and they'll tell you they look great.
You tell me that you don't like the flaws of you collection,
But baby, to me, you are the perfect imperfection...