Hot Mess - Shoes

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