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POP [dating song]

• Style: Lily Allen-like, fun, typical girly pop song
• Approx BPM: 114-116

Verse 1

You thought he was perfect
I thought he was too pretty
He loves himself so much
There’s none reserved for me

You thought he was perfect
I thought he was too muscly
Looks like he might explode
Or potentially crush me

You thought he was perfect
He’s materialistic
I can’t compare to his car
Let’s be realistic

You thought he was perfect
He has fame, he has power
He also has a look
That could turn milk sour

Pre-Chorus

You think you’re not enough
You won’t ask for a date
You think I won’t see you
As more than just a mate
You stand aside and watch
As others take their shot
My thoughts on the matter
Are seemingly forgot

Chorus

You rank me like a football team
And say I’m out your league
But the men you would put me with
Leave me with fatigue
Your league system’s stupid
You can’t decide ‘my type’ for me
I fancy who I fancy
It’s basic biology

Verse 2

You think I am perfect
In your eyes I’m a beauty
Morning-me looks otherwise
She can be butt ugly

You think I am perfect
In your eyes I am smart
But like you I’ve made mistakes
Right from the very start

You think I am perfect
And I am hilarious
But like you I say things
That are precarious

You think I am perfect
But if you could only see
I’m perfectly imperfect
That’s how I want to be

Pre-Chorus

You think I’m too good
You won’t ask for a date
But you’re who I’d like to know
As more than just a mate
Instead of idly watching
Come and try your luck
Give me a break from talking
To this other schmuck

Chorus

You rank me like a football team
And say I’m out your league
But actually it’s you
That fills me with intrigue
Your league system’s stupid
I strive for relegation
To play a football match
Of my own creation

Bridge

Yes his car is faster
But that’s just wasted power
Like us he can’t drive more
Than 30 miles per hour

Yes he knows the theory
Of relativity
But really how is that
Gonna benefit me

Yes his bank balance has
One more zero or two
But what do I care
I’ll pay for myself thank you

Yes he’s tall, dark, handsome
But what’s with the hype?
I’ve never been attracted
To a stereotype

Pre-Chorus

Don’t think I’m too good
And just ask for a date
I won’t know you’re interested
If you just sit and wait
Take a leap of faith
Strap on your biggest pair
Be the bravest you can be
A fearless teddy bear

Chorus

Rank me like a football team
And it’s you that’ll lose
Coz out of these losers
It is you that I would choose
I’d choose your hands on my waist
My head against your chest
I’d choose to know how you taste and…
You can guess the rest

Thank you for following my journey!

Lisa Thomas