(1)
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
(2)
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.
CHORUS
(3)
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....)