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
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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
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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
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She’s a hot mess Couldn’t care less Makes a hot messTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.