I can't be mad at you for loving her
Who wouldn't?
The beauty,
The brains
The grace
Everything I'm not.
I can't be mad at you for loving her
Everyone does
Her humor
Her charm
Her wit
Everything I'm without
I can't be mad at you for loving her
She's basically perfect
Her hair
Her clothes
Her smile
Everything about me that's ugly
I can't be mad at you for loving her
No, I'm not
I'm mad because you don't love me
I'm mad because I'm not her.