Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imperfections, artist - Olivia ChaneyDate of issue: 06.04.2015
Song language: English
Imperfections |
| Crying on a plane to New York, New York |
| No permit to work nor play |
| Green card, did you get a green card? |
| It’s only a short stay — |
| Traveling alone fans flames |
| Smokeless, smouldering |
| I depart without declaration |
| Almost feeing I could become someone |
| Except for the hem of my skirt’s undone |
| Achilles heel, clumsy hole |
| Somebody stop me baring my soul |
| Guilt-ridden, provoking |
| One part my mother with the favour-prompting |
| Stranger prodding to see how things feel |
| Just out of sight |
| I’m perfecting imperfection |
| That’s what I tell myself |
| I tell myself |
| There is no-body else |
| Steward’s a sleaze, lives in Queens |
| Aims to please, to meet his kind of girl |
| See the world, travel by token air-fares |
| Now I lie on a gay friend’s sofa |
| Shakespeare’s cuckold throws a blanket over |
| My many Manhattans, tourist whims |
| Meat-packing district, my Chelsea mourning |
| He takes us out for hard-boiled eggs |
| Salt-beef bagel, oh he’s got good legs |
| But the whiskey comes up, the rain pours down |
| No real cure in this grid-locked town |
| I’m perfecting imperfection |
| That’s what I tell myself |
| I tell myself |
| There is no-body else |
| Perfecting imperfection |
| That’s what I’ll tell them when |
| The flights are flown, the men are all kissed |
| When there’s nowhere left to yearn |
| Still I feel a shell breaking |
| Not sure whose, sure I’m not faking |
| When was my Lord so ungently tempered |
| Stopped his ears with my lack of repentance |
| Lack of repentance |
| Repentance |