She's living life in the fast lane
She wasn't good out here
She wanna be famous
The purse she wears
And now I know
She ain't got the rhythm
Or the bout make, oven fashion [Yeah, no clue what they're singing]
The dark invitations
She ain't leaving it behind
No citations
She's all about the lush life
And I know
She's on point, brows on fleek
Nothing wrong
The perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Made my mind up
I'll fight where I wanna go
Okay, stop
My brain's about to blow
Now I know
She ain't got the rhythm
Or the bout make, oven fashion [Yeah, no clue what they're singing]
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
She's perfect, She's perfect, She's perfect
Can't stand, she makes me feel alone
She's perfect, She's perfect, She's perfect
She keeps swiping, keeps swiping right on her phone
She ain't swiping right though
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me
Perfect girl for me