Ingram Hill - Almost perfect

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'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.She's almost perfect, shes so close to bein everything.Shes almost perfect but she's not, she's not mine.I'm the one to blame, im responsible for this crash,So now i wollow around in this mess.Into this lake of sour mashed through my head the notion that...Maybe shes not quiet honest with me, almost all the time.Maybe I know theres someone else in her life,When i climb into bed with her at night.She's almost perfect.She's so close to bein everything.She's almost perfect but shes not.She's almost perfect but shes not.She's not... mine... mine... mine