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?