Hot Mess Lyrics

She's got good motor skills
When she's stuffed to the gills
So honey say what you will

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She's no stranger to pain
She sleeps in the rain
‘Cause she's got nothin' to gain

Ooh she's a hot mess
Been tryin' to pin her down
Such a hot mess
She's bound to be makin' rounds

She's a hot mess

She does her personal best
With stains on her dress
She's a reliable wreck

She's been payin' her dues
With her skanky tattoos
And her sensible shoes

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She lets her juices flow
When she's layin' low
Cuz that's how she rolls

She's got a lopsided grin
When she don't know where she's been
She's my possible kin

CHORUS

She comes across as a man
With her spray-on tan
But she don't give a damn

She wears her hair in a bun
When she gets the job done
She takes no shit from no one

CHORUS

She's a hot mess
Couldn't care less
Makes a hot mess