Singer PINK Portrait Painting – Alecia Moore

Singer PINK

Painting of Alecia Moore

Painted in Red, Black and iridescent Gold, with gold paint splatters and splashes

Lyrics and sheet music to the song, Fuckin’ Perfect are incorporated into this painting

Mixed media, measures 18 x 24″ (45.72 x 60.96cm) on deep gallery wrapped canvas.

Image continues onto 1.5″ sides of painting, as well as some of the lyrics!

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Painting of Songwriter, Singer PINK

Abstract Pop Art Painting of Alecia Moore

Portrait of singer and songwriter PINK. Includes the Fuckin’ Perfect song lyrics and music in this mixed media painting

Painted in Red, Black and iridescent Gold, with gold paint splatters and splashes

Lyrics and sheet music to the song, Fuckin’ Perfect are incorporated into this painting

Mixed media painting, measures 18 x 24″ (45.72 x 60.96cm) on deep gallery wrapped canvas.

Fuckin’ Perfect Song Lyrics

Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that’s alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss “No way, it’s all good”, it didn’t slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated

Look, I’m still around

Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel

Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect

Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me!

You’re so mean, when you talk, about yourself you were wrong

Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead

So complicated, look how big, you’ll make it

Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game

It’s enough! I’ve done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, I’ve seen you do the same

Oh, pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel

Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me

The whole world’s scared, so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool and limed and we try, try, try

But we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics ’cause there everywhere

They don’t like my jeans, they don’t get my hair

Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that, why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Oh, pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel

Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me!

You’re perfect, you’re perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me

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