Regine Velasquez - Perfect Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Perfect By Regine Velasquez?
You are perfect
You are perfect Changing hues, the change of seasons Will leave you no clues As desperation spreads within a broken soul Life leaves you feeling dead But just like Mathis singing On a low-down Sunday afternoon; The blues split apart all my senses depart As I see you come into view Baby, as I look into your eyes Ooh, you're perfect Judging from the way you make me high Ooh, it's worth it Perfect it's everything you are to me Perfect and everything I am to you You are perfect You are perfect Crossroads and bridges We come through a lot of trying stages Our love sets us free from the realms Of our own self-made cages Baby, as I look into your eyes Ooh, you're perfect Judging from the way you make me high Ooh, it's worth it Perfect it's everything you are to me Perfect and everything I am to you Rain falling down Ooh, it seems like it could last for years Drowning me down Drowning in a sea of tears And little did I know That someone set my soul free! You are perfect You are perfect Baby, as I look into your eyes Ooh, you're perfect Judging from the way you make me high Ooh, it's worth it Perfect it's everything you are to me Perfect and everything I am to you Perfect, perfect It's perfect, 'cause you're perfect Perfect, perfect You're worth it, 'cause you're perfect, perfect |
Who Wrote Perfect By Regine Velasquez?
Elvin Molina, Tony Velasquez
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