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South Park Miss Perfect

s Miss Perfect, God-given When I was lost, you made my life worth livin' They say nothing on this earth is perfect I don't believe it, you never cheated Perfect

Who you think done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas? Hella poor straight from the South

a frown! All the happy people stop to say hello! [Stranger:] Get out of my way! [Stan:] Even though the temperature is low, it's a perfect Sunday morning

done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas? Hella poor straight from the South

you'd move to Jamaica So you packed up your bags and headed south to get an even tan But, you didn't count on rain You were "perfect" for the script

you'd move to Jamaica So you packed up your bags and headed south to get an even tan But, you didn't count on rain You were "perfect" for the script