'One Direction - Perfect PARODY - Imperfect

You might never be my favorite girl ever
To be fair you’re all-around bland, perfect never
And you are always late to dates a couple hours
You might not be the one, you’re the best I got

When I first met you
You had three tattoos
I think now you might have 21
Oh yeah
Don’t think I was sure
What I’m looking for
‘Cause I don’t think really that you’re the one

But even though you slurp soup and you burp as you please
And even though you pluralize with apostrophes
Even though you ask for something without ending in “please”
You are still perfect
You are still perfect for me
And even though you make phone calls that are way too long
And even though you sing loudly to your favorite songs
Even though anything you say is just factually wrong
You are still perfect
You are still perfect
Well at least for now

I might never put up with all of your farting
And you drink all of our milk straight from the carton
But that doesn’t mean that I will love you any less
Well, I guess I do like you from time to time

Your jokes always lewd
Talk with mouth of food
And you always smoke e-cigarettes
Oh yeah
Don’t think I was sure
What I’m looking for
‘Cause I don’t think I found the right girl yet

But even though you steal items up in hotel rooms
And even though you Tweet and Snapchat all of your food
Although you only like things before or after they’re cool
You are still perfect
I guess I sorta like you
And even though you ask for separate checks on our dates
And even though we plan stuff but you are always late
Even though your internet conversations end in “m8”
You are still perfect
You’re slightly perfect
I mean you’re not great

And even though you take selfies every time we go out
Oh yeah
And even though you panic anytime there’s a blackout
You are still perfect
You are still perfect!

Even though you whisper and then spit in my ear
And even though we fight and everyone around hears
Even though you always break your resolution each year
You are still perfect
Although you make my life drear
And even though you forget my name and call me “man”
And even though you always listen to emo bands
Even though you mock people for writing with their left hand
You are still perfect
Maybe not perfect
You’re just fairly bland