I looked up at that perfect man His long golden hair His fair and flawless face His beautiful mustache He had such grace He had such grace I felt his more than perfect arms So slender yet strong His fine and faultless hands The right one wore a silver ring And gave imperious commands And gave commands So sure he seemed So together and complete Like no man i've ever known I was dazzled I was thrown by his strong Persuasive style And his sweet Self-centered smile I looked up at that perfect man And everything came clear We're not what we appear Perfection is the lie That covers up the fear We unsuccessfully try To hide away And not once did i cheat And look down at his feet Knowing they would be grey And they Would be Made of Clay