I'm done with liars|I'm done with cryers|I want a man to be a man||Tired of stageful clingers|And pointing fingers|Accusing me of everything because she can||Cynical, critical enough was enough|Then you walked in just as I was getting up|That's perfect timing|Talk about them riding|To my life to my love that's just what you do|Can't quite explain it|Right down to the minute|Every second belongs to me and you|That's perfect timing||We got the same friends|Same church on the weekends|But everytime you must've just missed me||Girl I want it was written on your lips|Well you don't need to waste your lines just shut up and kiss me|That's perfect timing|Talk about them riding|Do my love, do my love, that's just what you do|Can't quite explain it|Right down to the minute|Every second belongs to me and you|That's perfect timing||Cynical, critical enough was enough|Then you walked in just as I was getting up|That's perfect timing x3|Talk about them riding|To my life to my love that's just what you do|Can't quite explain it|Right down to the minute|Every second belongs to me and you|That's perfect timing