Imperfection Maddingly Ridiculous, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

I am imperfection at it's best
Go ahead and put it to the test
I bet you'll never guess
That I enjoy living life with zest
Maybe I'll even tattoo my life on my chest
Put the rest of you to rest
I'll even take requests
As long as you are not obsessed
Just suggest 
And maybe the best thing you can hope for is I'm impressed
That's enough, I guess

Sometimes people even call me geniously mad
It's okay I don't intend to be boring, just glad
Don't be mad, no one likes being had
And I don't intend on staying sad
And to be honest I'm not all that bad
I'm just not one of those types of guys, just a fad
Be glad, and you can add me as friend, a lad

Sometimes I act out as ridiculous
In all honesty I'm just meticulous
And not at all frivolous

No need to be boring, that's not what I'm about
Don't pout, no doubt, I'm living without a clout
And for sure I'm no boy scout

But don't get me wrong
I'm not mean, I'm just strong
I'm tired of waiting for so long
Somewhere I belong, where I can sing my song
So come along

Come hang with me if you please
We can hang out with the breeze
I'll have you frozen locked in your knees
Cause you never know I might have the keys
To your heart, and I'll put your mind at ease
We can even sail the seven seas
As I squeeze, even if you tease
We'll always have momemts like these
Posted: 2009-07-10 06:03:14 UTC

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