There's a festival in our future
We're all giddy with anticipation
I'll be hanging flowers on scented bowers, to enhance the festivation
There'll be merriment in the courtyard
And waltzing even in the hallways
Won't it just be perfect?
Won't it just be perfect?
Won't it just be perfect?
Ah-ah-ah
Don't you think it will be just perfect?
Of course!
Isn't it always?
It's another perfect Monrolasia morning
Shiny children play beneath a shiny sky
Every bird in every tree
Singing extra prettily
It's all perfect, so why aren't I?
I know my role
And every day, I play it
Who I really am, I never let them see
But I'm feeling, deep inside
Where the weird parts of me hide
Maybe perfect isn't perfect for me
In me, there's hunger for adventure
In me, there's a longing for romance
And secretly I crave
A day that I could save
I could do it!
If I ever get the chance
And on this perfect Monrolasia morning
There's a little thrill of possibility!
'Cause I've got a feeling
That maybe today...
Just around that corner or out by the bay
Some kind of change could be coming my way!
Something wild and imperfect
But perfectly right!
For me...
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No, I never wanted to be perfect
Just the chance to do and be
What's right for me