Texxty na litere - i

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 @ night
she's almost perfect, but shes not..shes not
maybe she knows she drives me crazy
just bats her eyes liek shes my baby, maybe shes quick to let her tounge fly at me,
shes not the most proper lady.
shes almost perfect, shes so close to bein everything. shes almost perfect but shes
not, shes not mine.
im the one to blame, im responsible for this crash, so now i wollow around
in this mess. into this lake of sour mashedthrough my head the notion that...
maybe shes not quiet honest w/ me, almost all the time. maybe i know theres
someone else in her life, when i climb into bed with her @ night.
shes almost perfect. shes so close to bein everything. shes almost perfect but shes
not. shes almost perfect but shes not. shes not.... mine.... mine....mine