Imperfection is Perfection
Heavy smog poisoning your brain,
Wait for evening; it’ll be cleared by the rain,
Then we can dance once more,
Casting shadows on across the misty floor.
Sticky and sweaty, collect the bags,
Throw away your dress; you look as good in rags,
The secret kept undercover, please uncover,
See a guise that’s been hidden forever.
A lamp under a basket is pointless,
I’ve counted, the times you do that are countless,
I’ll help grow back a dead flower,
And steal back a beautiful golden shower.
Obligatory standards are too high to meet,
Broken hearts needing operated on to treat,
Repair, bandage and moisturise to soften,
Start at the start and begin.
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