Life's A Mess

If you're lost at sea and that Summer breeze just ain't blowin'
Well keep rowin', 'cause I'm floating on out your way
And I'm no Maitre d' but I'll make sure there's a little tea in the kettle
While you settle your weary head down for the day
What more can I say

Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short
So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport
And when your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear
That I'll grab the rake and I'll be right there (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And if she caught your eye but your pickup lines are a little blurry
Well don't worry 'cause I could be your wingman too
But if you call me from jail 'cause you thought that girl's tattoo was in braille
Hell no, brother shame on you
But I can pick you up when your time is through

Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short
So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport
And when your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear
That I'll grab the rake and I'll be right there (yeah, yeah, yeah)

May your khakis all be stylish
And your coffee always Irish
Darling when you close your eyelids
You got a friend nearby (mm-mhmm)

Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short
So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport
And if your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear
That I'ma grab the rake and I'll be right there
Yes, I'll grab the rake and I'll be right
Well, I'll grab the rake and be right there



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Mark Hood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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