It's just me in class,
Trying to practice for the dance,
I've got slippers of glass
and I still stand a chance.
I'm not the Ms. Perfect,
Nor the Ms. I-Know-Everything.
I'm just one, liking architect
And stuffs like painting.
I've still got a chance to show,
My twinkle-toes and all.
It's time to glow,
No soccer or football.
To be like the Plastics,
I have to walk and talk.
The time still ticks,
And I won't jump a frog,
It's time to change my life,
With this one dance-contest,
I'll show them- I just don't make a strife
And that I'm no such a pest!
I sure don't know what 'perfection' means-
I sure will find it out.
Maybe, it's just a word that cleans
All the junk of soul, fats and stout.
Or maybe, it's just an expression
We use it for BRAVO!
Not an expression for Depression
But sign of PERFECTO!
Well, well, well, I really am a mess-
I'm no good like all the flirts,
Have no minis or a dress,
It's just me again-a man in skirts!