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