I'm not the perfect sister I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare I'll quit while she's ahead I've finally found the rent I'll memorize the words to every other line she says She's got pretty little lips She's got perfect skin I wonder why I even try To disappoint you I could draw a diagram I could point it at your mouth I could stroke it till you're blind And I'd disappoint you
She's got good intentions The kind that make you squirm She's like the movie of the week I've seen her kind before So pretty and adored So empty and so free that I'd forgotten I'd forgotten
CHORUS
I'm not the perfect sister I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare One day I'll make the cut I'll put it down in blood I'll make you wish that it was any other way