Music Monday is a meme that was created by Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek. You pick a song and/or video and share it on Monday.
Thoughts and other ramblings
P!nk is one of those few female singers I actually like. I always adored her for being different, and a rebel who weren’t afraid to be herself be it about clothes or music or anything else. I don’t like all of her songs, and I think she tends to be more pop than rock lately, but whatever. There are still songs of her I love the hell out of. Fucking Perfect is one of those songs.
This song was released around that time when I got fed up with feeling sick every time I left the house, feeling like people were judging me, staring at me because, well, for obvious reasons (read my How Blogging Changed Me post if you are interested). Anyway, I had enough of feeling ashamed and dreading leaving the house, and decided fuck people, I’ll wear whatever I want and if they want to stare at me, then I’ll give them something to stare at. And this songs perfectly gives that feeling back. No matter what you wear, no matter how you look like, no matter what other people think: you are fucking perfect the way you are. I had a long way learning this, or more like to accept this and that there are people who do think I’m good the way I am. And it feels awesome.
Lyrics
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss No-Way-It’s-All-Good,
It didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look, I’m still around
Pretty, pretty, please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing. You’re fucking perfect to me
You’re so mean, so mean when you talk, when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices, change the voices in your head, in your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look how we all make it.
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough, I’ve done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I’ve seen you do the same
Oh, oh
Pretty, pretty, please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing. You’re fucking perfect to me
The whole world’s scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it’s a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, ’cause they’re everywhere
They don’t like my jeans, they don’t get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that, why do I do that?
Yeah! Oh!
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing. You’re fucking perfect to me
You’re perfect, you’re perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing. You’re fucking perfect to me.
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