Im okay
If you get me at a good angle
And youre okay
In the sort of light
And we dont look
Like pages from a magazine
But thats all right
Thats all right
I crashed your pickup truck
And then I had to drive it back home
I was crying
I was so scared
Of what you would do
Of what you would say
But you just started laughing
So I started laughing along
Saying, it looks a little rough
But it runs okay
It looks a little rough
But it runs good anyway
We get a little further from perfection
Each year on the road
I guess thats what they call character
I guess thats just the way it goes
Better to be dusty than polished
Like some store window mannequin
Why dont you tocuh me where Im rusty
Let me stain your hands
When youre pretty as a picture
They pound down your door
But Ive been offered love
In two dimensions before
And I know that its not all
Its made out to be
Lets show them how its done
Lets do it all imperfectly
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