Perfection through pills

Is what my parents want for me

They think if I pop down whatever pills the psychiatrist tells me

Then I’ll be alright

I’ll be perfect

Hell, I’ll be Ms. America

Hell, I’ll be a Nobel Prize Winner

And while I’m winning stuff

Let’s toss in a Wimbledon Cup

I’ll trim down to a size 1, too

Go to fashion shows in London, Paris and Tokyo

All this will be achievable because I popped down the pills my psychiatrist advised me

Perfection through pills is not for me

I’d just would much rather be little old imperfect me