Will Perry

Will Perry
feet hands trying
I'm competitive with myself, and that goes hand in hand with how I present myself. I'm not only trying to put one foot in front of the other, I'm trying to put my best foot forward.
role-models people want
If people want a role model, they can have Miley Cyrus.
looking-forward my-future good-place
I'm happy, I'm in a good place, I'm looking forward to my future.
blessed happy-girl feels
I feel really blessed because of where I come from.
body proud moss
I don't have a Kate Moss body, but I'm very proud and happy with mine.
sassy personality cheeky
My personality is up and down, sassy and cheeky.
moving people want
I still want to make a pop record. I want to make a more sonically current pop record. I maybe want to make people move a little bit more.
party elbows bigs
It was so draining. Going to parties to rub elbows with so-and-so and act like it's no big deal, when really all I was doing was hoping I'd have the success they had.
able speak not-happy
If you are not happy with something, you should change it. So I went to a lot of therapy, and finally, I am able to speak up for myself: You are going to hear me roar!
inspirational dance moving
I'm okay with having bad dance moves. I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth. That's what makes me me, and for some reason it's worked out all right.
summer school parent
The Summer after high school, when we first met, we make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead, and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoes, Used to steal your parents liquor, then climb to the roof, Talk about our future like we had a clue, Never thought I'd wondering I'd be losing you In another life, I would be your belle
wall thinking lines
You think I'm pretty Without any make-up on You think I'm funny When I tell the puch line wrong I know you get me So I'll let my walls come down, down
would-be another-life belle
In another life, I would be your belle
blow wind house-of-cards
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting throught the wind Wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards One blow from caving in