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G Sometimes her morning D coffee's way too Am strong, and C sometimes what she Am says she says all G wrong. G Heaven knows she's not an D angel, but she'd C really Am like C to be, and that's Amclose enough to C perfect for G me.
G Now she's been know to D wear her her pants too Am tight, and C drinking puts her Am out just like a G light. G Right or wrong she's there D beside me, like C only a Am friend could C be, and that's Amclose enough to C perfect for G me.
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AmShe kisses me each morning G and smiles her sleepy smile, Amand she don't have to say it, I can C see it in her D eyes. Don't you G worry about my D woman or what you C think she Am ought to C be, 'cause she's Amclose enough to C perfect for G me.
G Well sometimes she gets D down and starts to Am cry. C But then again a Am woman has the G right. G She's everything I ever D wanted, and C all I'll Am ever C need. She's Amclose enough to C perfect for G me.