Well I used to be so misguided
Seemed like everything I tried it
Was wrong
Was broken
Any word I'd spoken
Just didn't seem right
I used to be so misguided
I thought everything was one-sided
And that's the one thing I was right about
But not in the way that I thought about it
Because loving must have sent her
Heaven must have meant her
For me
Ah, gee
Apples, apples, peach
Now that she's within reach
It's all good
There's a red, red sun shining down on us
Red sun shining down on us
Well, heaven must have sent her
And heaven must have meant her for me
Who am I to argue with the judge?
Who am I to argue with perfection?