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 bein' 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 wallow around
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 bein' everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not she's not
She's almost perfect
She is so close
To bein' everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not
She's not mine
Mine mine