I want to be perfect just like you Pull my strings show me what to do I want to be high and never come down I want to know why and I want to know how
I want to fall in love with a perfect stranger And out of touch with the God that made her I want her to pick me up and hang me out to dry Show me glimpses of the other side
Karma karma, you reap what you sow Karma karma, please pay what I’m owed
I’ve got to be perfect I’ve got to be perfect
Pick my pocket when my back is turned Then lecture me on what I’ve learnt I want to be perfect just like you Pull my strings show me what to do
I’ve got to perfect Perfect
You can hold me down You can let me go You can spurn my art or break my bones and call it karma karma I’m falling further further Oh I want to be perfect just like you Pull my strings show me what to do But karma karma Please pay what I’m owed
