| Watching yourself standing at the crossroads | 
| Look over your shoulder while the other guy reloads | 
| It seems only human to want out | 
| Weighing all the options when you just wanna scream | 
| But you freak into a calm cause you gotta pick a team | 
| And you play their way until you get to shout | 
| All the perfect girls of pop | 
| They bat their eyelashes a lot | 
| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly | 
| Like they never been hurt before | 
| Like they never had their heart slammed in a door | 
| They sing sweetly, they sing sweetly | 
| Winning and losing and everything between | 
| Spinning in circles like a big machine | 
| And working up a quiet inner rage | 
| Til a rhythm and beat come in your head | 
| And it goes right under something you said | 
| And you wake up wondering if you are okay | 
| All the perfect girls of pop | 
| They bat their eyelashes a lot | 
| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly | 
| Like they never been hurt before | 
| Like they never had their heart slammed in a door | 
| They sang sweetly, they sing sweetly | 
| Safe and cold’s a mighty resonator | 
| Just because I think about her don’t mean I hate her | 
| I don’t believe her fire keeps you warm | 
| If you think too much it’s the land of indecision | 
| If you don’t think enough it’s the imprecision | 
| I guess I just don’t understand the form | 
| All the perfect girls of pop | 
| They bat their eyelashes a lot | 
| And sing sweetly, they sing sweetly | 
| They sang sweetly, they sing sweetly |