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You didn't see me walkin' in, |
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You're looking in the mirror and, |
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You look perfect, |
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Haven't put on your makeup yet |
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You're sayin' how your hair's a mess |
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But you looked perfect |
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You don't see what I see when I look at you girl |
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You don't know how beautiful you are |
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You're never ready and you need more time |
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You say your jeans never fit you right |
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But your eyes and your shy little smile and your own kinda style |
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It's so perfect |
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I hear you singin' to the radio |
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Sometimes you miss a couple high notes |
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But it sounds perfect |
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And when we go out and |
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Everywhere's too crowded |
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And we just end up drivin' around |
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It's, oh baby, it's still perfect |
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Just perfect |
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No, you don't see what I see when I look at you girl |
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You don't know how beautiful you are |
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You're never ready and you need more time |
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You say your dress never fit you right |
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But your eyes and your shy little smile and your own special style |
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It's so perfect |
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Your touch and your kiss and your skin and your lips |
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And your name |
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All the little imperfections you wish you could change |
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Yeah Every little everything |
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You don't see what I see when I look at you girl |
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You don't know how beautiful you are |
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You're never ready and you need more time |
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You say nothing ever fits you right |
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But your eyes and your shy little smile and your own kinda style |
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And Your touch |
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And your kiss |
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and your skin |
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They all drive me wild |
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You're perfect |
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All so perfect |
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Perfect, Perfect |
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Oh you're perfect |
