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