(Fun To Be) Perfect

Where'd you get those cheekbones, honey?

How'd you grow that hair?

People who don't even know you

Stop and stare

God must have had a good day

When he painted on your face

Setting you as the example

For the human race

It must be fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect

Where'd you get those eyebrows honey?

You don't have to pluck

Was it in your gene pool

Or just luck?

You probably gaze into your mirror

Just imagining

The potential attributes

Of your future offspring

It must be fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect

I believe that living would be easy

If only I could be perfect too

I'd sale right through my life

So free and breezy

Reacting like perfect people do

(Thank you, darling)

Where'd you get that body, baby

Always tan and tight?

You don't even exercise

Let alone eat right

Down here on planet Earth

I'm working up a sweat

I don't know but something tells me

That I'm not there yet

It must be fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect

Fun to be perfect