Perfect~
Harriet does some thinking about her life with Bud.
Enjoy~~~
If you don't take me to Paris on a Lover's get-away it's alright, it's alright,
If I'd rather wear your t-shirt than sexy lingerie, it's alright, it's alright,
Every dinner doesn't have to be candle lit, It's kinda nice to know that it doesn't have to be
When we first started dating, he tried everything in his power to make the dates perfect. He tried to get leave time on the same as mine. He would try to take me to romantic getaway spots. He was the perfect gentlemen.
Doesn't have to be perfect,
Baby every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit perfectly,
Love can be rought around the edges and tattered down the seams,
Honey if it's good enough for you it's good enough for me
Then I decided I didn't want a gentlemen. I mean I did want someone to love me the way I wanted to be loved. But I didn't want someone who would open my door when all I really was the car to be heated. He did that once…open my door when it was 15 below zero outside.
If your mother doesn't like the way I treat her baby boy it's alright, it's alright,
If in every wedding picture my daddy looks annoyed it's alright, it's alright,
Don't you know that all the fairy tales lie, real love in real life?
Our parents don't like each other. But we love each other and that's all that matters. We love when they both come to visit. We make bets on which set of parents will start the fight, and which set will leave before the other. Mine usually start it and his usually leave first.
Doesn't have to be perfect,
Baby every little piece of the puzzle doesn't always fit perfectly,
Love can be rough around the edges and tattered down the seams,
Honey if it's good enough for you it's good enough for me
We've had our share of fights. We've our share of close calls. But in the end we both realize that we are madly in love with each other and that's all that matters.
Oh you don't mind if I show up late for everything,
When you lose your cool,
It's kinda cute to me,
Ain't it nice to know that we don't have to be
We both have our faults. And sometimes we'll admit them, not a lot of the time, but sometimes. I pry too much he doesn't pry enough. I expect him to know me like a book, he expects me to know that by now he doesn't know me as much as I wish he would. He knows my hot spots, and I know his. But that's married life.
So we're not perfect…but we're perfect for each other!
A/N~ Hope you liked it. Sorry I haven't written in a while…I am lazy what can I say! The song is "Perfect" by Sara Evans! Please R&R
