Maybe her
eyes are just a little bit red
Almost all the time
Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
When I climb into bed with her at night
She don’t wanna try
But this just feels so right
She’s almost perfect
She is so close to being everything
She’s almost perfect
But she’s not, she’s not mine
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
I’m the one to blame I know I caused this crash
So now I wander in this mess
Into this lake of sour mashed
Through my head the notion that
Maybe she’s not quite 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
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