I sometimes think of a perfect world
where violence and hatred doesn't exist
where people get along
no matter their nationality
or heritage
where people don't discriminate
but...
where we live
is a world of hate.

I sometimes think of the perfect day
where i can sleep in
and relax, and play
i can watch the sunrise
and watch it set too
with nothing else but the view.

I sometimes think of the perfect girl
she's blonde, and cute
and talented
she tries not to smile
says hello all the time
she likes everything about you
and she know's you make her happy
and she makes you just as happy
she likes to hide
cause you make her shy
it makes you feel all warm inside
you know this is the one
you've been looking for
you know she's the one
you were put here for
and I know you're the one
because this is who you are
and now i live in a perfect world
where everyday is just as good
as yesterday, because this is how
you make me feel
perfect.