Lyrics Imperfectly

i'm o.k. if you get me a good angle
you're o.k. in the right sort of light
we don't look like pages
from a magazine
but that's alright

i crashed your pickup truck
then i had to drive it back home
i was crying i was so scared
of what you would do
of what you would say
but you just started laughing
so i just started laughing along
saying it looks like a little rough
but it runs o.k.

we get a little further from perfection
each year on the road
i think that's called character
i think that's just the way it goes
better to be dusty than polished
like some store window mannequin
touch me where i'm rusty
let me stain your hands

when you're pretty as a picture
they pound down your door
but i've been offered love
in two dimensions before
and i know that it's not all
that it's made out to be
let's show them all how it's done
let's do it all imperfectly