Video Perfect de The Veronicas 2024 Pop Lyrics

The Veronicas - Perfect Lyrics

Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up six feet under anyways
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keepin' score

So why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're spending?
What you look like, what you say
When at the end of the day

No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style

I was never like them
Sick of hittin' my head on that glass ceiling
Fallin' in line can be fatal
I'd rather be a fuckin' mess than stable

Why is everyone pretending
That it matters what you're wearing?
Who you talk to, who you date
When at the end of the day

No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style

I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
Oh-oh
I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me

No one makes it out alive (oh-oh)
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies, so
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's goin' out of style