How mundane the world must be, if everything was in perfect symmetry
How boring is life, if you never encounter a moment of strife
Please try to explain, how perfection is not mundane
I much prefer to see, only one floppy ear on a collie
As if they can hear, better from only one ear
And all the perfectly pretty people, well they look like sheeple
I like the way the branches grow on a tree, as if it was made for only me.
And only the tree knows, where it’s branches goes
I love how your socks never match, how onto my right arm you latch.
I like your left eye far more than your right. Because when we lay, that’s the one that looks at me at night
For all your imperfections, you may think I don’t love thee, but the truth is, you’re perfect for me