Imperfect

Pasty perfections, coating the halls,
Making more movies, walking the malls.
Sweet perfection, what everyone wants,
The taste of perfection, the end of the hunt.

I am not your perfection, I am a flaw,
I am the imperfect, no plastic, just raw.
No faces of powder, no hair of gold,
I am the imperfect, I can’t be sold.

Thighs too big, boobs much too small,
Ears that stick out, not perfect at all.
I am no Barbie, I’m a Raggedy Ann,
My legs are too pale, arms too tan.

I once tried to be perfect, I did okay.
I shaved my legs and used makeup each day.
I did everything, all that you wanted me to,
But that wasn't my life, I was living you.

I am not your precious bleach blond whore,
I am an imperfection, I am much more.
I have a life beyond the cameras flash,
I am not your perfect glitter girl trash.

All of your rock stars are factory made,
Dark clothes, makeup, out to get paid.
Where’s all the drugs? What happened to the sex?
Where are the things that made rock and roll best?

I am your imperfect, I am that which is real!
I don’t need attention just to be able to feel!
I am not plastic, this tan came from the sun,
I am a real person, but am I the last one?

It's Paris Hilton’s kingdom of spray on tans,
Can’t anyone see this was first Hitlers plan?
But go ahead with your fake women and men
You’ll know me the day real rock rises again.