Perfect

I arrive a little bit early

'Cause I like to watch her walk in

She owns the eyes in this room

She parts a Red Sea crowd and

Her vodka cran is waiting

She smiles just like Da Vinci's painting and me

I have to fight

To keep my jaw upright

Here's to what could've been

Raise your glass to oblivion

And I won't hold this against you

Dressed to kill but she makes me feel alive

Even still I get lost in those dark eyes

And through the atmosphere and smoke

She took a sip put down her glass looked at me and spoke

And she said

Here's to what could've been

Raise your glass to oblivion

And I won't hold this against you

I like it when

She wakes up in her makeup

The night before still lingers in the air

And in the sunlight of the morning she's is quiet

As she runs her fingers through her tangled hair

Here's to what could've been

Raise your glass to oblivion

And I won't hold this against you

I won't hold this against you, no

I won't hold this against you