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Sometimes what we want is far from Perfect
"Almost Perfect" - by 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
She's almost perfect, but shes not..shes not
Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just bats her eyes like shes my baby
Maybe shes quick to let her tongue fly at me,
Shes not the most proper lady.
Shes almost perfect, shes so close to bein everything.
Bhes almost perfect
But shes not
But shes 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.
Shes almost perfect.
Shes so close to being everything.
Shes almost perfect but shes not.
Shes almost perfect but shes not.
Shes not.... mine.... mine....mine
-Sometimes it takes a while before you realize that what is in front of you is what you really want in life.
Flawless or not.-
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