Janet Lee Myatt: Music

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She's tryin' hard to look like Britney
And still serve up three meals a day
But in her heart she's feeling empty
So she puts on her brave face
Her body's trying to tell her something
It's always full of pain
I wish that I could reach her
She won't hear a word I say, hey

You better wake up and smell the coffee
You've been had and don't even know
Stop tryin' to be so perfect
'Cause that's a perfect way to go

At night she talks to Jesus
She wants to get it right
But nothing ever seems to be good enough
She keeps that shame inside
She's painting by the numbers
Still the pictures turn out wrong
She's dying just a little more everyday
At this rate she won't last long, girl

You better wake up and smell the coffee
You've been had and don't even know
Stop tryin' to be so perfect
'Cause that's a perfect way to go

She's always so eager to please
She's falling apart at the seams
She keep her dreams locked
Deep down inside
She's disappearing from sight

You better wake up and smell the coffee
You've been had and don't even know
Stop tryin' to be so perfect
'Cause that's a perfect way to go
'Cause that's a perfect way to go
'Cause that's a perfect way to go