perfecT

I've been to a Druid's den on a New Year's day
And I've done Scotland on a motorbike, so how can you say
That I'm not perfect for you
What do I have to do

I can be sexy when I breathe into your ear
And when I sleep I look just like all those perfumed ads, I swear
But I'm not perfect for you
What do I have to do

And on a day off I've walked across the Brooklyn Bridge - isn't that cool
Last week I took the Staten Island Ferry into a breezy afternoon
I even got off, walked the crumbling docks
It's quite a view
I could share that with you

Ever seen me when I laugh, my eyes they shine
You'd get to touch me anytime if you were mine
And I can sing; I'll be your nightingale welcoming the sun
I'll write you song after song after song; I know you'd love it, wouldn't anyone?

But I'm not perfect for you
What do I have to do?