Perfect isn't perfect to me

"Perfect isn't perfect to me"


My boys tell me "you gotta keeper,
Look at that body go sleep wit her,
You can at least creep for a good week wit her,
Go make it weak in between the knees of her."

As we look at the model chick that approached me after a poetry show,
I almost have no choice but to follow her off the floor,

After all my boys say she's perfect,
36-24-36,
Her jeans make love to her hips so perfectly,
Her lips clinch her lip gloss and her bra size is workin me.

And the last time we went out they said they've seen her before,
The line after her is longer than the one you can see at the door.

Its her that my friends seem to adore,
But she's the type I'd rather ignore,
Because vanity fair isn't beauty to me,
Niether is vogue or cosmo.

Kuz once she turns 40 we have a big problemo,
It will all fade away,
And yeah she looks great today,
And her body may be grade A,
But how's her mindstate?.

She can walk a cat walk,
But I doubt she can talk an educated talk,
Yeah she has sexy curves,
But I need great conversation and words.

The kind of girl I prefer, don't meet those measurements,
And she probably can't model kuz she don't meet the breast size requirements.

A size 34a cup is more than enough to quench my thirst,
And modeling don't have to be her choice of verb,
And she can be a few inches over a 24 waist,
And her hips don't need to be visible from both ways.

I'd rather not have a girl that's on the scene,
Knows all the comercial radio songs,
Or has a walk that's mean.
Because none of that matters to me.

She may have fly clothing but I look beneath the seams,
And try to find what really matters to me,
That's dignity, pride and self satisfaction,
I don't really care about the lights, camera, or action.

And if her sunday morning don't require a bible,
Then honestly she's more deniable than desirable,
Kuz I need: my girl, myself and God to form a triangle,
So we can conquer life's tribulations and trials.

I don't wanna hear her singing brittany spears,
I wanna see her ipod putting J.Dilla intrumentals in her ears.
I want Jill scott's words to encourage her,
I wanna go shopping with her for vintage furniture.

She don't smile from wearing the finest furs,
She simply smiles, when we walk a mile and I'm holding hands with her.

All the outter beauty on these model chicks will phase away,
But a bookworm beauty will be everlasting for many days.

That's why I choose one of those anyday,
Over some skinny legs,
And its not cute when ur rib cage, looks like you haven't ate for 120 days.

I need someones soul to collide with mine,
Someones mind to glide in line,
And follow my lead as we cross heaven's finishline.

Now keep in mind,
Perfect isn't perfect to me.
You may forget all this in time,
But just don't forget that one line.

"Perfect isn't perfect to me"


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