Perfectly perfect
Blue eyes, blonde hair
Tall and model-thin
And skin so utterly fair

Clothes smart yet casual
No makeup, looking clear
No jewellery; that's for tarts
That's not how I'm supposed to appear

No bad moods, always a smile
Teeth straight and pearl white
No spots even when I'm a teen
Never dare put up a fight

Absolutely perfectly perfect
How would you define fine?
I could never be the girl you wish for
Where do you draw the line?

What about up here, in my mind?
The thoughts that rush through each day
You want me clever; but it's not my point
My mind is wrong, there's nothing you can do or say