Imperfectly

Rollin'?

I'm okay, if you get me at a good angle
And you're okay in the right sort of light
We don't look like pages from a magazine, but that's all right
Oh baby, that's all right

I crashed your pickup truck
And then I had to drive it back home. I was
Crying, I was so scared
Of what you would do, of what you would say
You just started laughing, so I just started laughing along
Saying, it looks a little rough, but it runs okay
It looks a little rough, but it runs good anyway

And we get a little further from perfection
Each year on the road
I think that's called 'character'; I think that's
Just the way it goes
But it's better to be dusty than polished, like some
Store window mannequin
Won't you touch me where I'm rusty: let me stain your hands
Touch me where I'm rusty, let me

When you're pretty as a picture
They pound down your door
But I've been offered love in two dimensions before
And I know that it's not all that it's made out to be
Let's show them all how it's done: let's do it all imperfectly
Oh, let's do it all imperfectly

'Cause I'm okay
If you get me at a good angle
And you're okay
In the right sort of light
We don't look like pages from a magazine, but that's all right
Oh baby, that's all right
Oh, that's all right
That's all right
Whoo!
I'm sorry, okay