Almost Perfect - Ingram Hill
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'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's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not mine
I'm the one to blame I'm responsible for this crash So now I wander round 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
She's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not
She's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not mine
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