Hot Mess

I got the right job, I got a fast car and wallet yet unbroken by no cocktail bar
I can hold my own when talking politics
I can even approximate Jimi Hendrix' licks
I got face nobody ever really hates
Some have even loved and most they can tolerate
I got my shit together, my ducks all in a row
I got my chakras aligned and my latte to go
But having said that, I'm still a hot mess
Falling through life just hoping for the best
I need to cool down my situation
So still heating up, imagine my frustration

That I, oh I'm just a hot mess
Don't know what to say or what to do
But why, oh why won't you confess
That maybe you're a hot mess too

They say it could be you, but oh hell yes it was me
The winner of this mortal coil's sick lottery
And I wore a shit eating grin as one by one
All my numbers, they came in
And yet despite it all I'm still a hot mess
Crawling through life just hoping for the best
I got this fever now, but the prescription
Just ain't becoming for a man in my condition

That I, oh I'm just a hot mess
Don't know what to say or what to do
But why, oh why won't you confess
That maybe you're a hot mess too

You're just a hot, hot mess
Maybe you're hot mess too
Oh why, why won't you confess
Baby you're a hot mess, so if there's no protest
I just wanna undress you
Oh yes it's true
We'd make a hot, hot mess
I killed my golden goose with my fattened calf
So since you seen me naked, how'd you like me now
That I'm just a hot mess

Yeah I'm just a hot mess
And baby you're a hot mess too
So why don't we undress
And see what a little love can do



Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Rook
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