Perfect.

Eight inch heels, mid knee-skirt And don't you act like your feet don't hurt, hahaha Hair ain't real, and brows on fleek, yeah You been talkin' 'bout yourself girl, all damn week You a little too perfect baby You a little too perfect for me Yeah, yeah, yeah Me, me, me, me, me, me Rolex watch, got straight A's I don't think I see a single mark on your face My iPhone's cracked and my credit's jacked And my nails are short, oh yeah And my lungs are black You a little too perfect baby You a little too perfect for me Oh, oh, oh, oh You, you, you You a little too perfect baby You a little too perfect for me A little too perfect A little too perfect for me Me, me, me, me, me, me A little too perfect Just a little too perfect And I don't know if it's what I want Or what I need