Imperfection Maddingly Ridiculous

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By 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

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