

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You say I drive you crazy Yeah I kinda see your point ‘Cause every time you test me I’m already on the joint I wake up lookin’ flawless You’re rollin’ those eyes again Baby I’m so sorry That your husband is a ten [Pre-Chorus] I know it’s hard to live With this much charm in reach This walking work of art Stealin’ focus when you speak I’ll try to tone it down But look at me It’s tough You married all this trouble Guess you like your problems rough (oh!) [Chorus] I’m sorry for being perfect My bad for being right Forgive me for this face And this devastating smile tonight I’m guilty of bein’ gorgeous Too clever for my own good I’m sorry for being perfect Just loving you the best I could [Verse 2] You caught me in the mirror Practicing my little smirk I swear it’s for the haters Not for the people at your work You say they always flirt Babe When I’m pickin’ you up late I’ll wear an ugly sweater Still they look It’s just my fate [Pre-Chorus] I’ll plead the fifth on funny I can’t stop these killer lines Every joke I drop around you Got you mad and satisfied I’ll dial back all this sparkle If you tell me that you must But then who you gonna kiss When you crave a total crush? (yeah) [Chorus] I’m sorry for being perfect My bad for being right Forgive me for this face And this devastating smile tonight I’m guilty of bein’ gorgeous Too clever for my own good I’m sorry for being perfect Just loving you the best I could [Bridge] [Beat drops to dirty synth and drums] Tie me to the sofa Mess my hair Smear my grin Baby Punish all this pretty Lock my halo in a bin Write me up a warning For “excessive sex appeal” Yeah Throw away the key Then show me how sorry should feel (hey!) [Chorus] I’m sorry for being perfect My bad for being right Forgive me for this face And this devastating smile tonight I’m guilty of bein’ gorgeous Too clever for my own good I’m sorry for being perfect And you know you like it You know you like it Too much for your own good
Tags
rock, Greasy funk-rock groove with elastic slap bass and crunchy guitars, four-on-the-floor kick pulsing under distorted synth stabs; male vocals dripping swagger and self-aware humor. Verses stay tight and half-spoken, pre-chorus climbs with syncopated claps and octave bass runs, chorus explodes into chanty gang vocals and talkbox doubles. Short electro-industrial break after second chorus with bitcrushed drums and vocoder ad-libs before a final, cocky hook reprise., electro-industrial, bounce, funk
3:57
No
4/10/2026