Just Perfect - Tracy Bonham

One day, you’re a dove

And then the next day, you’re a hawk circling above

Up where there’s a shortage of love

But somehow you get by

How do we get by?

One day, you’ll be fine

And then the next day, you’ll be trailing behind

By way of a faulty design

But somehow, it works out

Somehow, it works out

Somehow, it works out

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

For the imperfect world

Sometimes, the world turns on its side

A rollercoaster and you’re sick from the ride

And the laughter has you shrinking inside

But somehow, it works out

Somehow, it works out

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

For the imperfect world, world

This big old world

Where no one and everyone is beautiful

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

Ohh

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

Perfect.

perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

You’re just perfect

Ohh ahh