Imperfect Bliss

You look at me like I'm a freak
Like I'm some kind of 'tard
While you stand there, tossing your hair
Who do you think you are, some kind of model?
You wear tight little clothes
Cleavage hanging all over the place
Thinking you're the hottest thing
Well get a clue, because here's the thing:
While I sit there in casual clothes
Having fun with my friends
You stand around, flirting like a s***
And at that I think, What do you think you are?
Perfect?
Perfect isn't model-skinny waists
Or the most expensive shoes
Perfect is the fact that you are imperfect
Kind of like me,
Imperfect bliss.