Would you still love me if I was perfect
A manly man who's handy and makes time for you while working
A man who brings you flowers while you spend hours with him flirting
A powerhouse in bed and gives you head when you don't earn it
And now your burden of desire, a man who's fallen short
His only urge is getting higher and higher, watching all of life transpire
But still, you're staying still, you swallow pride like hateful pills
And wipe the slate, defying fate, and asking why your glass ain't filled
Your lion roars behind it's cage, trapped between its doors and rage
Backed against the wall, it's feeling small, without its normal range
Would you still love me if I was perfect
A manly man who's handy and makes time for you while working
A man who brings you flowers while you spend hours with him flirting
A powerhouse in bed and gives you head when you don't earn it
And not your burden of desire, a man who's fallen short
His only urge is getting higher and higher, watching all of life transpire
But still, staying still, you swallow pride like hateful pills
You swallow pride like hateful pills
And wipe the slate, defying fate, and asking why your glass ain't filled
Your lion roars behind it's cage, trapped between its doors and rage
Backed against the wall, it's feeling small, without its normal range
It's feeling small, without its normal range