PERFECTA Lyrics (English Translation) – Metrika, D.Basto

Read the full PERFECTA (English Translation) lyrics by Metrika and D.Basto from the album LA ORDEN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Pre-Chorus: Metrika]
The devil never goes out of style
He returns with seven more when you’re all alone
When you least expect it, just when things are looking up
Time doesn’t exist here—it’s always “Guess” o’clock
I’ll mess with your head, leave you completely unhinged
Between the Rolexes and everything else, it’s a lot
I’ll show you exactly why my exes are all crazy

[Chorus: Metrika]
I’m just perfect
The heiress, the founder of the cult (Ah)
I keep all those b!tches strictly in line (Ah)
I’m the trauma for all these guys
There’s a reason they just can’t let me go

[Chorus: Metrika]
I’m just perfect
They call it a “public service” when I step out to show off
I’m just perfect
You’re out there struggling, I’m at MAC
You’re out there struggling, I’m at MAC
I’m just perfect
They call it a “public service” when I step out to show off
I’m just perfect
You’re out there struggling, I’m at MAC
(You’re out there struggling, I’m at MAC)

[Verse: Metrika]
I don’t know what it is, but I leave everyone traumatized
I act just like them, and they all lose their minds
They start to tremble the moment I appear
I take their d!cks—spit and all—and leave them completely obsessed
And I don’t feel a shred of pity for any of these loser guys
If someone wants to mourn, let them just die
I’m getting calls from a hidden number while I’m playing billiards with the waitress
Wanna bet there’s someone waiting outside? I have to figure it out every time I get a text

Trying to see who the hell that number belongs to
Sorry, babe, my mind’s elsewhere—it’s not that I didn’t love you
This goes for everyone, whoever it might be

[Chorus: Metrika]
Perfect
An heiress, the founder of the cult
I keep all those b!tches strictly in line
The trauma for all those guys—
There’s a reason they just won’t let me go

[Bridge: Metrika]
Vampire-bimbo, a collector of souls
I tell you I love you—I’m such a liar
I want something in exchange for what you’re missing
Evil doesn’t die; it takes on a new form
I can’t go back—not now
Once you’ve seen the darkness, you carry it with you for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus: Metrika]
The devil never goes out of style
He returns with seven more when you’re all alone
When you least expect it, just when things start looking up
Time doesn’t exist here—it’s always “Guess” o’clock
I’m going to mess with your head
Maybe it’s the Rolex catching the sun, or something else
I’ll show you exactly why my exes are all crazy

[Chorus: Metrika]
Yeah, I’m just perfect
They call it a “public service” when I step out to show off
Yeah, I’m just perfect
You’re losing your mind, I’m at MAC
You’re losing your mind, I’m at MAC
Yeah, I’m just perfect
They call it a “public service” when I step out to show off
Yeah, I’m just perfect
You’re losing your mind, I’m at MAC
You’re losing your mind, I’m at MAC