Straight hair, straight A's, straightforward
Straight path
I don't cut corners
I make a point to be on time
Head of the student council

I don't black out at parties
I jam to Paul McCartney
If you ask me how I'm doing
I'll say...
Well, hmm

I was adopted when I was two
My parents spoiled me rotten
Often I ask myself, "What did I do?"
To get as far as I've gotten
A pretty boy walks by my locker
My heart gives a flutter
But I don't dare utter a word
'Cause that would be absurd behaviour
For mister perfect

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No, I can't risk falling off my throne
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Love is something I don't even know
Straight hair, straight A's, straightforward
Straight boy
Mister perfect
That's me

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Holis :D, se que a nadie le importara esto, pero, una nueva obra UvU