“Perfect Two” is a song that plays often in my household. I have a love/hate relationship with the song. Musically, it’s a cute song. It’s sweet. I love the simplicity of an acoustic song.
My daughters are as funny as can be singing this song together, and usually quite loudly. The BEST thing about this song is that T sings it! He learned it word for word as a joke on the girls. One day, it came on, and he started belting it out. VERY out of character for T, and he got the results he wanted. The girls stopped whatever they were doing and looked on in amazement. “Dad!!! How do you know this song???” That’s a sweet memory for me, and I think of it each time I hear the song.
Now the hate part of the song. I cringe at the lyrics. You might ask why. They are sweet and loving. “You can be the peanut butter to my jelly…” Yep, that’s pretty sweet. It’s this line that chills me each time I hear it: “Don’t know if I could ever be without you, cuz boy you complete me.” Uh oh… COMPLETE ME. Is she missing a piece of herself without him? An arm, a leg? Her heart? Would an internal organ stop functioning if “Boy” were to go away?
It’s the classic Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White/Prince Charming song. She is not COMPLETE without her man (or boy.) As little girls, at least in my generation, we were spoon fed this concept. Someone will one day come along, and our lives will be complete. I am trying so hard to make sure that my daughters understand this concept is a fairy tale. They are already complete, capable, competent human beings all on their own. Someday, they will fall in love, but that love will enhance their lives, not complete them.
So when “Perfect Two” comes on in our household, the first thing the girls do is wait for is their father to start singing. The next thing, for their mother to once again launch into a discussion about Being Complete. “Yeah, Mom. We know…”