One day

You're a dove

And then the next day

You're a hawk circling above

Up where

There's a shortage of love

But somehow you get by

How do we get by

One day

You'll be fine

And then the next day

You'll be trailing behind

By way

Of a faulty design

But somehow it works out

Somehow it works out

Somehow it works out

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

For the imperfect world

Sometimes the world turns

On it's side

A rollercoaster

And you're sick

From the ride

And the laughter

Has you shrinking inside

But somehow it works out

Somehow it works out

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

For the imperfect world

World

This big old world

Where noone

And everyone

Is beautiful

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

For the imperfect world

Perfect

You're just perfect

You're just perfect

Perfect

You're just perfect

You're just perfect