Lyrics Perfect - John Lindahl

Perfect

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!