I’m anything but perfect..
I tend to be tardy and make excuses for being late
My mascara might run if we went on a date
My hair develops a mind of its own
It gets more rebellious with every inch it has grown
I tend to lie a little every now and then
I could tell you the same joke again and again
I’m kinda disorganized and just a lil bit messy
And now, I cant think of anything that rhymes with ‘messy’
I tend to laugh a little too loud
And I could start to cry if I’m lost in a crowd
My hair could be slightly tousled ’cause I like the way it looks
I’d leave your room scattered with Sidney Sheldon books
If you see me smile to myself, I’m only daydreaming
And if you spent more than a few hours with me, you’d spend the day screaming
I can be really annoying and do things you don’t like
You might feel the need to run me through with a sharp pike
I might scratch my hair in public; there’s a good chance, I’d fall in heels
I could whine about wanting a skinny body just like Ally McBeal’s.
Then I’d probably start ten diets and not finish a single one
I could start a fight with you and then make you think you’ve won.
The point of this semi-diatribe shouldn’t be hard to get
Am I perfectly imperfect? Two words; You Bet!
Sidenote: Just before you decide to commit, just thought you’d wanna know these few things.
I can’t promise that my hair will always stay in place or that my make-up will stay intact. I might fight about petty things or handle situations with very little tact. But one thing I CAN promise is to love you like crazy, as long as you love me first… regardless of all my faults!