Perfectly Flawed

Written by: Bortolotti, Smith

You snore with all the pillows on your head
You got an Elvis phone right beside the bed
You can recite all the words to American Pie
You know that Brady Bunch reruns they make you cry

You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
You got a beautiful way of making everything okay
You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
and someday they'll pay to clone your DNA

Caught you sneaking a smoke after a 10k run
and then you grill your tofu on a hamburger bun
You swing your moods just like a trampoline
You know you put the "O" back in OCD

You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
You got a beautiful way of making everything okay
You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
and I wouldn't want to change a thing

No, I wouldn't trade you for anything
Or cover my ears when I hear you sing
like everyone else does
I love all the surprises that you bring
to my house at two in the morning
At least you're never boring

You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
You got a beautiful way of making everything okay
You're perfectly flawed, wonderfully odd
I don't care what other people say
even though you call a million times a day
I wouldn't want you any other way