"He's mr. perfect" she says to me. "he's mr. perfect, just for me." "he's mr. perfect." she says honestly.
with his black hair and blue eyes
with his mind...so so wise
with every move he makes
her heart brakes
"He's mr. perfect" she says to me. "he's mr. perfect, just for me." "he's mr. perfect." she says honestly.
but what she doesn't see is...
how i write about him every night in my diary
how he is my prince charming in real life
how my heart brakes when he looks at her
how i think he is beatiful, sweet, and kind
how he's always on my mind
"He's mr. perfect" she says to me. "he's mr. perfect, just for me." "he's mr. perfect." she says honestly.
we like the same music thats the truth
we have the same dreams every night
we both love reading fantasy
we both can't dance but love to
i know he'd choose me from the start
but is mr. perfect worth my bestfriend?
"He's mr. perfect" she says to me. "he's mr. perfect, just for me." "he's mr. perfect." she says honestly.
but he could mess up everything