We may not be perfect But we are (mm, mm, mm, mm, mm) He's different Odd and eccentric Sometimes even rude I love him Don't know why I want him Give me attitude (can't believe he said that - ugh) I sometimes sit up in my room and write a poem for you (you) I pray that days like this when you are my muse And it feels like la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la Sometimes I sit up in the shower while you wash my hair Minnie Ripperton playing in the background Sting filling the air If you ever leave me I swear I don't care (don't care) Living in the moment, I just got him here And it feels like la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la la, la la la la la Know that we're not perfect (i know) Are your lips and hands and knees that get so weak And you chew with your mouth wide open But you and me create the wind that we all might love La la la la La la la la la La la Told you it didn't matter It's your turn to wash the dishes