Shoes - Hot Mess

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

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

CHORUS

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