Miss Perfect


Guaranteed: to turn all heads, guaranteed: to stop time.
No one sees, your sufferin’, no one sees, you’re bled white.
High-class taste, don’t come cheap, high-class style a royal pain.
In your dreams: you’re free once more, in your dreams: no lace chains.

Ya’ thought you were cool when ya asked her out.
Thought things were fine and dandy.
Thought you’d got it made when she said “I do”,
your perfect arm eye-candy.

I don’t need another “Miss Perfect”: Pointin’ out my flaws.
I don’t need another “Miss Perfect”: Can’t bear it anymore.
I don’t need another “Miss Perfect”: Naggin’ from the off.
I don’t need another “Miss Perfect”: I liked what I got.

All the lies: You were force fed, all the lies, you believed.
Peer pressure, got you deaf and blind, peer pressure gotya deceived.
No one tried: To tell you the truth, no one tried to help.
A golden cage: is a cage none the less, imprisoned in a livin’ hell.

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©5.2.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

High-class taste, don’t come cheap, high-class style’s a drain.


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