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 She don't want to try But this just feels so right She's almost perfect She's so close to being everything 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 don't want to try But this just feels so right She's almost perfect She's so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not I'm the one to blame, I know I've caused this crash So now I wonder in this mess To this lake of sour mashed Through my head that notion 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 almost perfect She's so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not Mine... yeah