Almost Perfect

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
SHES ALMOST PERFECT
BUT SHE’A NOT
Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just batts her eyes like shes my baby
Maybe she’s quick to let her tounge fly at me
She’s not the most proper lady
I’m the one to blame
I’m RESPONSIBLE FOR this crash
So now I wonder AROUND in this mess
To this sleep cuz now were mashed
Through my head at the notion of 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 NOT…
She’s almost perfect
She’s so close to bein everything
She’s almost perfect
But she’s not
She’s not mine…
(MINE…)
(MINE…)