Exes
Should've had a sweatshirt, chardonnay wine-down Friday night
Not a red dress, slipping $20's
Get me to the front of the line
Well that bouncer put that sharpie on my hand
And it led me to the mess I'm in
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Well some types of mistakes got a way of sticking around
You can't wipe 'em off, but you can try to wash 'em down
Lipstick on the glass, Cuervo lime
Guess I'm gonna spend another night
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well, bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is, yeah
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well, bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Exes, yeah
Not a red dress, slipping $20's
Get me to the front of the line
Well that bouncer put that sharpie on my hand
And it led me to the mess I'm in
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Well some types of mistakes got a way of sticking around
You can't wipe 'em off, but you can try to wash 'em down
Lipstick on the glass, Cuervo lime
Guess I'm gonna spend another night
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well, bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is, yeah
Waking up with exes
Wondering where my dress is
Wondering when two drinks turned to seven
From tearing up the dance floor
To tripping up his front porch
Every lesson I keep forgetting
Well, bless my heart
I done did it again
I'm waking up, waking up with exes
Exes, yeah
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Writer(s): Brooke Maruska
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