She was a Baptist
He was a model
She said she never had a drink but she's gonna drink the worm out the bottle
Chugging on the jug of life
He found Jesus
She found her G-spot
Is took her 21 years and a couple of beers to make the world stop
Waiting for the end to come
And they don't mind dying

I'm just living on a perfect day
Riding on a perfect wave
Waiting for the end to come
Enjoy your visit no one gets to stay
Never let it slip away
Waiting for the end to come

She was straight edge, he was pre-med
Found em ankles and ears in the backroom dancing with the dead heads
Sucking on the breast of life
With a shot glass, chin strap, carburetor, mud flap
Can't afford a chicken so you got to get a hooker in a hatch back
Waiting for the end to come
And it smells like Monday

Ahh and I don't even care I want no death bed regrets
So stop ringing that bell 'cause I'm not finished yet

I'm just living on a perfect day
Riding on a perfect wave
Waiting for the end to come
Enjoy your visit no one gets to stay
Never let it slip away
Waiting for the end to come
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Perfect Wave Lyrics

Barlow – Perfect Wave Lyrics