Perfection. By Lee Cassanell

Your patience for passion Is long out of fashion You're thirsty for women and song, She's taking forever But get it together The line of this life is so long. No point getting bluesy You've never been choosy So why are you waiting for signs? Don't play the Mad Hatter The past doesn't matter And nor do your romantic crimes. It's all in your head son You won't be the last one To feel like you've never been kissed, You're seeking perfection I think you should question If that lady even exists...

Embrace what you're feeling Your mind is competing With all that you're big heart desires, She's pretty as peaches As sun dappled beaches So don't you believe all the liars If she doesn't want you Then blame it on fortune Don't say it's your burden or fate, She's too blind to notice And you are too hopeless To ask the girl out for a date, It's all in the eyes son You won't be the first one To think that with her you'll find bliss, If she is perfection Then take my suggestion And tell her you cannot resist.

It's all hard to swallow A rough road to follow A subject so bitter and sore, You're sad when your sober But don't be a joker It's not like you've not loved before. You smile when she hears you You laugh when she's near you Your soul it explodes when she sings, Her beauty is weightless She's destined for greatness And you're bound for much better things Cast off your disguise son You must realise son It doesn't get better than this, She's by far the best one As close to perfection As anything else that exists...

Copyright ©2005  Lee Cassanell

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