Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
Almost all the time
Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarrettes
When I climb into bed with her at night
She don't want to try
But this just feels so right
She's almost perfect
She's so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not
Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
She's not the most proper lady
She don't want to try
But this just feels so right
She's almost perfect
She's so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not
I'm the one to blame, I know I've caused this crash
So now I wonder in this mess
To this lake of sour mashed
Through my head that notion that
Maybe she's not quiet honest with me
Almost all the time
Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
When I climb into bed with her at night
She's almost perfect
She's so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not
She's almost perfect
She's so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not
Mine... yeah
