She’s got good motor skills
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When she’s stuffed to the gills
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So honey say what you will
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She’s no stranger to pain
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She sleeps in the rain
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‘Cause she’s got nothin’ to gain
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Ooh she’s a hot mess
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Been tryin’ to pin her down
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Such a hot mess
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She’s bound to be makin’ rounds
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She’s a hot mess
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She does her personal best
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With stains on her dress
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She’s a reliable wreck
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She’s been payin’ her dues
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With her skanky tattoos
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And her sensible shoes
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CHORUS
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She lets her juices flow
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When she’s layin’ low
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Cuz that’s how she rolls
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She’s got a lopsided grin
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When she don’t know where she’s been
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She’s my possible kin
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CHORUS
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She comes across as a man
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With her spray-on tan
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But she don’t give a damn
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She wears her hair in a bun
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When she gets the job done
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She takes no shit from no one
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CHORUS
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She’s a hot mess
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Couldn’t care less
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Makes a hot mess
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Hot Mess
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