Perfect کے بول

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