Here you come now, perfect and fine.
Having every guy wishing to say "she's mine."
Whoring yourself around, is it cooler than it seems?
Do you know how you're effecting her?
Effecting me?
Being everything we wish we could be.
Are you really as perfect as you make out?
Or are you just some girl that likes to sit and pout?
Look around with your picture perfect face, don't look past the lies, nor what you really feel inside.
It's like, perfection is your food, and you're not going to share. You know we all really care.
Lead him on, act so fine.
Making him think you're like a dime.
Bring him up, bring him down.
Make it known you own the crown.
Already done here, moved to the next.
What's next in your stupid text?
