Your perfect breast Your perfect thighs Are simply candy to my eyes Your perfect waist Your perfect hips Would taste so great upon my lips Your perfect skin And perfect hair I just can't help but sit and stare Your perfect lips Your perfect eyes Makes me give a loving sigh Your perfect face Your perfect smile For you I'd go the extra mile Your perfect wit Your perfect charm I want to hold you in my arms For this and more My morning star I love you just the way you are
S.C.H.O.O.L. Several Cruel Hours Of Our Lives It's not really that bad But I am obsessing Must have perfect grades But I'm too shy to speak up I have to get my teachers to like me But I can't open my mouth I am feeling overwhelmed But I won't stop caring so much I'll finish with highest honors For these cruel hours Can change your future
Just stressed a bit with school, letting it all out. I have a problem with being a perfectionist, but I don't really care. I want to get into an ivy league, but alas, we will see what happens.