Perfect Mess - Phone Calls from Home

Your hair’s a perfect mess,

It’s like you don’t care

About the way you dress,

It ain’t fair

To all the other girls.

She don’t wear red lipstick,

It’s not like her to even give a care

About what other people say

They don’t mean anything

She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me

Or even know that I love her that way

She’s doesn’t try to impress me

It’s not like her to ever go out of her way,

And that’s why i love her.

She looks great right when she wakes up

She don’t need to wear makeup

To cover up her face

Her eyes are not quite blue

She don’t like them but I do

I’d take a dirty look

From those eyes any day

I wouldn’t change her if I could

I just hope that I’m enough for her.