prfct - Sabrina Carpenter

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh, oh

You can get real close, talking, you’re talking now

Underneath our clothes, pretend that we know it all

Shut off the lights, just to hide in the dark

(Hide in the) dark, (hide in the) dark

Think that I know you the farther you are, no

(Farther you are, farther you are)

Like A-B-C-D, that could work so perfectly

If perfect was the kinda thing that worked for me

But I wanna feel nervous, just a little bit off the edge

(Wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel)

Even if I know that I will end up in a mess like

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, it won’t be perfect

But I know, oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it

And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my

mascara

It’s not perfect, ayy, ayy, ayy, but maybe that’s what we need

(That's what we need)

See right through the fiction, and all of this fakery

(All of this fakery)

Just give me some friction, let me see what nobody sees

(See what nobody sees)

You don’t think that I can handle the truth?

(Handle the truth, handle the truth)

Baby, I’m over just playing it cool, oh

Like A-B-C-D, that could work so perfectly

If perfect was the kinda thing that worked for me

But I wanna feel nervous, just a little bit off the edge

(Wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel)

Even if I know that I will end up in a mess like

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, it won’t be perfect

But I know, oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it

And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my

mascara

It’s not perfect, ayy, ayy, ayy, but maybe that’s what we need

That’s what we need

(That's what we need)

That’s what we need

(That's what we need)

Baby, do you think that you could give it to me?

That’s what we need

That’s what we need

Baby, do you think that you could give it to me?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, it won’t be perfect

But I know, oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it

And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my

mascara

It’s not perfect, ayy, ayy, ayy, but maybe that’s what we need

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, it won’t be perfect

But I know, oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it

And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my

mascara

It’s not perfect, ayy, ayy, ayy, but maybe that’s what we need