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)
