The Perfect Idiot Songtext
von Fievel Is Glauque

We′re God's trashmen sent to right the mess!

Parkside
In daylight, by the sky
I was taken by surprise
By a right to be
To be stupid
To be a perfect idiot for me


Parkside
All the time
Never a way I don′t go
Asleep at night
Outside in the park
I was surprised to find
A lot of reasons
Why you're the perfect idiot for me

Parkside
Nothing to hide
Something to waste, the perfect place

If we might be free
Can you know
That you're the pеrfect idiot for me
If we might bе free
Can you know
That you′re the perfect idiot for me
If we might be free
Can you know
That you′re the perfect idiot for me