Almost Perfect - Ingram Hill

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

SHES ALMOST PERFECT

BUT SHE’A NOT

Maybe she knows she drives me crazy

Just batts her eyes like shes my baby

Maybe she’s quick to let her tounge fly at me

She’s not the most proper lady

I’m the one to blame

I’m RESPONSIBLE FOR this crash

So now I wonder AROUND in this mess

To this sleep cuz now were mashed

Through my head at the notion of that…

Maybe she’s not quiet 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’s so close to being everything

She’s almost perfect

But she’s not

She’s not…

SHE’S NOT…

She’s almost perfect

She’s so close to bein everything

She’s almost perfect

But she’s not

She’s not mine…

(MINE…)

(MINE…)