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She Ain't Perfect in A Discourse With Dragons; or, Tilting at Windmills Is a Strange Thing to Do

  • Nov. 27, 2013, 9:44 p.m.
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Lyrics I wrote this morning. Sacrificing grammar for metrics makes me hurt, but I like the song anyway. Copyrighted 2013 and all that jazz.

She Ain't Perfect

When she smiles
her teeth ain't straight
but I don't care, (be)cause
when she smiles
I can't see straight

Got something
on her cheek
looks like a bruise beneath
the makeup
when I ask, she laughs
the blemish, it don't detract
Like Bruno Mars says
she’s amazing
just the way she is

And I don't have to have her
just want to treat her like she matters
I love her diamond
and I love her rough
she's beautiful
from every angle
don’t know if anyone else can see it
but she's cut just right for me

I love her diamond
and I love her rough
her charisma is a prism
casting rainbows on the walls
its her flaws that make her flawless
and I don't care if she is square
beveled, pear, or princess
she's cut just right for me

And I don't have to have her
just want to treat her like she matters
I love her diamond
and I love her rough
she's beautiful
from every angle
don’t know if anyone else can see it
but she's cut just right for me


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