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

Int 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