Perfect

There's a festival in our future

We're all giddy with anticipation

I'll be hanging flowers on scented bowers, to enhance the festivation

There'll be merriment in the courtyard

And waltzing even in the hallways

Won't it just be perfect?

Won't it just be perfect?

Won't it just be perfect?

Ah-ah-ah

Don't you think it will be just perfect?

Of course!

Isn't it always?

It's another perfect Monrolasia morning

Shiny children play beneath a shiny sky

Every bird in every tree

Singing extra prettily

It's all perfect, so why aren't I?

I know my role

And every day, I play it

Who I really am, I never let them see

But I'm feeling, deep inside

Where the weird parts of me hide

Maybe perfect isn't perfect for me

In me, there's hunger for adventure

In me, there's a longing for romance

And secretly I crave

A day that I could save

I could do it!

If I ever get the chance

And on this perfect Monrolasia morning

There's a little thrill of possibility!

'Cause I've got a feeling

That maybe today...

Just around that corner or out by the bay

Some kind of change could be coming my way!

Something wild and imperfect

But perfectly right!

For me...

No, I never wanted to be perfect

Just the chance to do and be

What's right for me