I know everyone's a good person inside
Everyone wants to be loved inside
So whenever I think how you wasted my time
I try to remember the good things inside Well, you haven't k**ed anyone as far as we know
And you seem very nice to your sister
You have very good taste in clothes and guitars
And very young girls I know everyone's a good person inside
Everyone wants just to be loved inside
So whenever I think what a dick, what a liar,
I try to remember the good things inside Well, your smile is as wide as Montana
And your eyes as deep as the Caspian Sea
Well, I guess these don't count as the things from inside
But these are the things that made me blind
These are the things that made me blind What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking at all
If I knew what I did today, would I make the same mistake?
Probably. 'cause your hands are as big as Montana
And your lips as sweet as red vines
Well I guess these don't count as the things from inside
But these are the things that made me blind
These are the things that make me blind You're as sharp as a tack, you're as loyal as a cat
You were great in the sack, even if you have hair on your back
You made me weak at the knees, gave me no disease
What more could I ask, I won't dig deeper than that