Olivia Chaney - Imperfections lyrics

Crying on a plane to New York, New York No permit to work nor play Green card, did you get a green card? It's only a short stay - Traveling alone fans flames Smokeless, smouldering I depart without declaration Almost feeing I could become someone Except for the hem of my skirt's undone Achilles heel, clumsy hole Somebody stop me baring my soul Guilt-ridden, provoking One part my mother with the favour-prompting Stranger prodding to see how things feel Just out of sight I'm perfecting imperfection That's what I tell myself I tell myself There is no-body else Steward's a sleaze, lives in Queens Aims to please, to meet his kind of girl See the world, travel by token air-fares Now I lie on a gay friend's sofa Shakespeare's cuckold throws a blanket over My many Manhattans, tourist whims Meat-packing district, my Chelsea mourning He takes us out for hard-boiled eggs Salt-beef bagel, oh he's got good legs But the whiskey comes up, the rain pours down No real cure in this grid-locked town I'm perfecting imperfection That's what I tell myself I tell myself There is no-body else Perfecting imperfection That's what I'll tell them when The flights are flown, the men are all kissed When there's nowhere left to yearn Still I feel a shell breaking Not sure whose, sure I'm not faking When was my Lord so ungently tempered Stopped his ears with my lack of repentance Lack of repentance Repentance