I'm a simple Southern Belle with a sweet tea drawl Small town, big souled yall I raise my toast with a glass half full I'm right with wrong and wrong with right Ooo, I'm shades of gray in black and white I'm scared to death of comfortable I'm the right girl, good girl, smart girl, Daddy's girl I try to be the type of girl expected of me Honesty could get the best of me When you begin to see That nothing's perfect When you start to read my paper heart No matter what the cost I'll know it's worth it Cause I'm an open book (open, open) I'm a liar in my circumstance And I've learned to twist the truth by hand I've gotten good at getting my way I'm a certain sunny disposition Cloudy in my indecision A flightly pawn, caught in the game I'm the bad girl, mean girl, wrong girl, that girl In between who I was and who I will be Honesty could get the best of me When you begin to see That nothing's perfect When you start to read my paper heart No matter what the cost I'll know it's worth it Complicated and addicted to the flaws I've always hidden Cause they're easier to blame Somewhat jaded and afflicted by the good in my intentions As I look the other way Finally without the boundaries If you could only see My heart it open Take the last full color photograph Go on, take all I have My heart is open Oh, honesty could get the best of me But I will happily Say I'm not perfect Every part within my paper heart Became the battlescars That made it worth it And I'm an open book (open, open) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com