Mr. B - Perfect People

They say money makes the world go 'round
But that's something that she still don't know now
Let me tell you about this girl
Daddy's princess in a fairytale world
She's got tight jeans, high heels, and blonde hair
Hanging in the clubs though she don't belong there
She was in the clubs when she was still a teen
Under 21 with a fake ID
She wants the things she doesn't need
She's S-P-O-I-L-E-D
She believes that money makes her happy
And if she runs out then she runs to daddy
Born in the valley, lives in Cali
16th birthday got a new Audi
She lays outside working on her tan
Every weekend she's got a different man
It goes manicure, pedicure, then a massage
Always on the go, no time to pause
But no matter how much life she enjoys
She still dreams of the perfect boy
Never had a job, never had it hard
She goes shopping with her dad's credit card
She hits the mall and buys it all
She loves money, boys, and alcohol
She's skinny and pretty and from the city
But this chick is dumb-dumb-ditty
For all her life she could buy everything
But for all her life she was living a dream
Now you can fantasize about the perfect male
But perfect people are not for sale
It's a fantasy that's stupid to wish
Because perfect people do not exist

Written by:
BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN

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