Your League System

You think he is perfect
I think he's too pretty
He loves himself so much
There's no love reserved for me
You think he is perfect
I think he's too muscly
Looks like he might explode
Or potentially crush me
You think he is perfect
He's materialistic
And I can't compare to his fast car
Let's be realistic
You think he is perfect
He has fame and he has power
He also has a look
That could turn fresh milk sour

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

You think I am perfect
In your eyes I'm a beauty
Morning-me looks otherwise
I can be butt ugly
You think I am perfect
In your eyes I am smart
But like you I've made mistakes
From the very start
You think I am perfect
And I am hilarious
But like you I say things
That are quite precarious
You think I am perfect
But if you could only see
I'm perfectly imperfect
That's how I want to be

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

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

Rank me like a football team
And it's you that will lose
Coz out of all these losers
It's 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 x 3



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Writer(s): Lisa Thomas
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