Ingram Hill - Almost perfect acoustic

M^Daybe her ey^Aes are ju^Bmst a ^Glittle bit red ^Dalm^Aost ^Bmall the ^Gtime, M^Daybe her ha^Air it ^Bmsmells like ^Gcigarettes w^Dhen I ^Aclimb into b^Bmed with ^Gher at night, ^Emshe don't wanna t^Gry b^Emut this just feels so ri^Gght

S^Dhes al^Amost p^Bmerfec^Gt s^Dhes ^Aso c^Bmlose to ^Gbeing everythin^Dg shes a^Almost p^Bmerfect ^Gbut sh^Bmes n^Got sh^Aes not

m^Daybe she kn^Aows she d^Bmrives me ^Gcrazy j^Dust ^Abats her ^Bmeyes like ^Gshes my baby m^Daybe shes q^Auick to ^Bmlet her ^Gtongue fly at me ^Dshes not^A the most ^Bmproper ^Glady ^Emshe don't wanna t^Gry bu^Emt this just feels so ri^Gght

S^Dhes al^Amost p^Bmerfec^Gt s^Dhes ^Aso c^Bmlose to ^Gbeing everythin^Dg shes a^Almost p^Bmerfect ^Gbut sh^Bmes n^Got sh^Aes not

I^Em'm the one to blame I ^F#know I caused this ^Gcrash so now I ^Dwander in this mess i^Emnto this la^F#ke of sour mes^Ghed through my^D head the notion that

may^Dbe shes n^Aot quite ^Bmhonest ^Gwith me, ^Dalmo^Ast a^Bmll the ^Gtime may^Dbe I kn^Aow theres ^Bmsomeone ^Gelse in her life^D when I ^Aclimb into ^Bmbed with ^Gher at night

S^Dhes al^Amost p^Bmerfec^Gt s^Dhes ^Aso c^Bmlose to ^Gbeing everythin^Dg shes a^Almost p^Bmerfect ^Gbut sh^Bmes n^Got sh^Aes not S^Dhes al^Amost p^Bmerfec^Gt s^Dhes ^Aso c^Bmlose to ^Gbeing everythin^Dg shes a^Almost p^Bmerfect G Bm G A Bm G A (till end) but shes not shes not Miiiiine Miiiiiine yeah