Perfect - John Lindahl

You’re lookin' at me like you know me

And I have to say it’s been on my mind

Aye I get the feeling that you’re lonely

And I can’t pretend, no I never lie

Give it to me

Come a little closer

Am I the one that makes you fantasize?

Oh no

I feel the supernova

A misdemeanor you committed

It’s time for you to pay the price

You don’t have to be perfect

To be my lover

Promise you’re not alone anymore

We got something so special

And don’t forget it

Girl you gon' make me suffocate

I can’t operate when you work that thing

You don’t have to be perfect

You don’t gotta be no prom queen

On the cover of seventeen

You don’t have to be perfect

Pullin' up in that limousine

But man that’s so cliche to me

You don’t have to be perfect

I say look alive when I come on the scene

Cause girl I know ya feelin' similar things

You don’t have to be — You don’t have to be

Give it to her — Lemme hit em with the —

Got me feeling loco

Happens every time I let down my guard

Oh Oh

She’s sipping medicine in photos

I can never tell what she’s got in store

Hand up on my shoulder

Swing the pocket watch and hypnotize

Feel the supernova

A misdemeanor you committed

It’s time that you paid the price

Alright, now riddle me this, riddle me that

Similar pack you got the ball throwin' it back

Gimmie the bag callin the shots out in the stands

Competitive man winnin' like a

Wait a minute enough with the flex jokes

Been in first place all the way from the get-go

My style go hard, not 100 percent though

I guess I been struggling with my potential

But hey, what does that old guy say?

Somethin' bout livin' like it’s yo last day?

So why you be lookin' like you so ashamed?

Got the junk in the trunk alright okay

Loosen up a minute

I can tell you can dance so you tryna' get it

Now when I say

Now give it to me let the whole band play

Let’s bring it — Home!

Let’s bring it — Home!

Let’s bring it — Home!

Let’s bring it — Home!

Take it!