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Hot Mess
by Rob Carlile
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Look at the cut of you
Look at the cut of your jib
My god, do you improve the view
You do, you do
And if you do that
What else should you have to
Old friends don't talk to you
Old lovers hate your guts
You'll always find somebody new
It's true, it's true
And when you look good
Well, the world looks good too
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't know what you don't know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
Some folks live in the past
And bear the weight of their wrongs
Keep on the move
Don't let your past catch up to you
Cos if you never learn
You'll be young 'til you're through
Some people look ahead
Look far enough and you're dead
They think it matters what they do
It's true, they do
But when you mean zip
Well, the world means zip too
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't know what you don't know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't need to know
What you don't want to know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
Look at the cut of you
Look at the cut of your jib
My god, do you improve the view
You do, you do
And if you do that
What else should you have to
Old friends don't talk to you
Old lovers hate your guts
You'll always find somebody new
It's true, it's true
And when you look good
Well, the world looks good too
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't know what you don't know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
Some folks live in the past
And bear the weight of their wrongs
Keep on the move
Don't let your past catch up to you
Cos if you never learn
You'll be young 'til you're through
Some people look ahead
Look far enough and you're dead
They think it matters what they do
It's true, they do
But when you mean zip
Well, the world means zip too
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't know what you don't know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You leave lipstick smear stains
Nicotine and beer stains
And tear stains everywhere you go
But in those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
You don't play the part straight
All the heels and hearts break
You don't need to know
What you don't want to know
In those shoes, and that hair
And the rest
You're a hot mess
