The Perfect Fit

I could make a dress
a robe fit for a prince
i could clothe a continent
but i can’t sew a stitch

i can paint my face
and stand very very still
its not very practical
but it still pays the bills

i can’t change my name
but i could be your type
i can dance and win at games
like backgammon and life

i used to be the smart one
sharp as a tack
funny how that skipping years ahead
has held me back

i used to be the bright one
top in my class
funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask

i can write a song
but i cant sing in key
i can play piano
but i never learned to read

i can’t trap a mouse
but i can pet a cat
no i’m really serious!
i’m really very good at that

i can’t fix a car
but i can fix a flat
i could fix alot of things
but i’d rather not get into that

i used to be the bright one
smart as a whip
funny how you slip so far when
teachers dont keep track of it

i used to be the tight one
the perfect fit
funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it

i can shuffle cut and deal
but i can’t draw a hand
i can’t draw a lot of things
i hope you understand
i’m not exceptionally shy
but i’ve never had a man
that i could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans

i can take a vow
and i can wear a ring
and i can make you promises but
they won’t mean a thing

can’t you do it for me, i’ll pay you well
fuck i’ll pay you anything if you could end this

can’t you just fix it for me, it’s gone berserk…
fuck i’ll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work

can’t you just fix it for me, ill pay you well,
fuck ill pay you anything
if you can end this
hello, i love you will you tell me your name?
hello, i’m good for nothing – will you love me just the same?