the perfect fit
I could make a dress--a robe 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. It's 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 can't 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 a lot of things, but I'd rather not get into it.
I used to be the bright one. Smart as a whip. Funny how you slip so far when teachers don't 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.
Hello, I love you. Will you tell me your name?
Hello, I'm good for nothing-will you love me just the same?