His Perfection Lyrics

His Perfection lyrics

Paul kicks up trash on a dirty street. 

A few pages dance away in the wind. 

They cause a deep breath and a lusty sigh 

when he compares them to his Rosalind. 



Early on Roz was a sight to behold, 

and she always made him feel like a man, 

But Paul thinks time's been cruel to her form 

the way the ocean wears away at the sand. 



CHORUS 

His perfection is a neon light. 

It stains his flashing eye. 

And the after-image in his head at night 

is nothing but a lie. 



He wants his world to be a perfect one, 

says she no longer fills his needs. 

so he crams her into iron clothes, 

and gives her steel bread dough to knead. 



CHORUS 

His perfection is a neon light. 

It stains his flashing eye. 

And the after-image in his bed at night 

is nothing but a lie.