That feeling
Of "wooshing" through the air
Your friend is calling you
But you don't seem to care

Arms of iron and
Legs of steel
Your whole body is spinning
Like a movie reel

Cartwheels, Cartwheels
O' glorious cartwheels
How to describe the feeling so?
Oh **, I don't even know.

It's cluttered
Stuff is on the floor
The desk has piles of random things on top
But at least I can get to the door!

My room
It's perfect, no matter what you say
I play, I write, I sleep in it
So here in my room I will stay.

She sits
She waits
She ponders
She dreams.

No one walks to her
No one talks to her
No one notices her
No one cares about her.

But who knew?
She has the greatness within
The invisible intelligence
The unseen abilities.

This girl could be our future
Just nobody notices.

You say it's perfect
But wait- it's not
For who can describe perfect?
No one has a shot.

The perfect dress, the perfect shoes
It'll be a perfect night!
But watch yourself
It may not be perfect, you could end up in a fight!

Nothing, no one, is perfect
Here now, don't you see?
'Cause what's perfect for you
Probably isn't for me.