Corner turns up, the edge of her smile
A couple drops of rain makes her hair go wild
She don't like her eyes 'cause they ain't blue
Hates the way she laughs, sings out of tune
Says she drinks and cusses just a little too much
Yeah, I guess she kinda does

Perfect imperfections
Ain't nobody else that gets 'em like I do
That rough around the edges
What I'm feeling's what you're getting attitude
She likes to call 'em flaws
To me they're nothing short of blessings
Everyone's a little piece of perfect imperfections

She can change her mind in the middle of a thought
Only wants a crowd when she wants to get lost
She ain't always right, but she's never wrong
Make her mad enough, and she'll take off
But then she'll turn around and run right back
Yeah, you can count on that

Perfect imperfections
Ain't nobody else that gets 'em like I do
That rough around the edges
What I'm feeling's what you're getting attitude
She likes to call 'em flaws
To me they're nothing short of blessings
Everyone's a little piece of perfect imperfections
No, I wouldn't change a single one
The differences that make her who she is

Perfect imperfections
Ain't nobody else that gets 'em like I do
That rough around the edges
What I'm feeling's what you're getting attitude
She likes to call 'em flaws
To me they're nothing short of blessings
Everyone's a little piece of perfect imperfections