Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
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Almost all the time
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Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
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When I climb into bed with her at night
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She don't wanna try
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But this just feels so right
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She's almost perfect
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She is so close to being everything
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She's almost perfect
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But she's not, she's not mine
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Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
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Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
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Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
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She's not the most proper lady
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I'm the one to blame I know I caused this crash
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So now I wander in this mess
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Int this lake of sour mashed
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Through my head the notion that
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Maybe she's not quite honest with me
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Almost all the time
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Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
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When I climb into bed with her at night
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Almost Perfect
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| Ingram Hill |
