Hot Mess - Black Pistol Fire

I know you fancy yourself as a sexy bitch

It’s in the way that you walk

Do you kiss your mother with those expensive lips?

You sure got expensive talk

Well your lavish life might appear delicious

But not particula-larly mutritiousCause you need it

Don’t you baby

No you’re nothing without their gazes

They don’t love you

They are strangers

Look how far you have come

You’re amazing, you’re amazingWell you worked so hard just to shed the shackles

of anonymity

Now every one knows ya and they’re all talking

But not favourably

If you wipe the Bolivian from the mirror

You just might see things a little clearerAnd you wonder why the people can’t

stop looking

It’s exactly what you want us to do

Everybody’s at you for their one hot minute

We’ve all got to pick a bigger piece of youBaby… You’re a hot mess (Have a

lovely day!

Have a lovely day!

You’re so hot — just can’t get enough)