I'm not perfect, you can bet,
But my flaws I forget.

I try to be honest, loyal and true,
But sometimes I slip, don't you?

I must be doing something right,
Friends call me day and night.

Sometimes I don't return calls,
I guess that's where my true fault falls.

But thinking back, I don't recall
Having many faults at all.

I have no examples of fault, you see.
That's because I think a lot of me.