Hot mess express
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee…Make me wacky…Make me nasty…
She burns the biscuits, blames the stove,Leaves her boots right by the road.Keys in the freezer, phone in the sink,Changes her mind before I can think.Lord have mercy, I must confess…I bought a ticket on the Hot Mess Express.
She’ll laugh, she’ll cry, she’ll cuss, she’ll pray,Love me to death by the end of the day.
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Little bit wild and a little bit lazy.Heart on fire, hair’s a wreck,Keeps me guessin’ what’ll happen next.She’s sugar, spice, and a beautiful mess,Engineer on the Hot Mess Express.Everybody says I should’ve said “yes”…Now I’m ridin’ the Hot Mess Express.
She buys more plants than the porch can hold,Can’t pass a yard sale to save her soul.Sings off-key with the windows down,Still the prettiest girl in this whole town.
She’ll laugh, she’ll cry, she’ll cuss, she’ll pray,Love me to death by the end of the day.
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Perfect’s overrated anyway, baby.We’ll keep this old train off the rails,Laughin’ through life’s little fairy tales.If lovin’ her’s a beautiful wreck,Punch my ticket—I ain’t gettin’ off yet.Next stop? Wherever she’s headed, I guess…Still ridin’ the Hot Mess Express.
Ooh, she ride that bassline dirty,Country charm, but flirty-flirty.Say my name, make it hurt me—Lord have mercy…
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Little bit wild and a little bit lazy.Take me down to that runaway beat,Where the nights roll on and the tracks run steep.She’s wild, she’s raw, she’s a beautiful mess—Queen of this here Hot Mess Express.
Make me wacky…Make me nasty…Hot Mess Express.
She burns the biscuits, blames the stove,Leaves her boots right by the road.Keys in the freezer, phone in the sink,Changes her mind before I can think.Lord have mercy, I must confess…I bought a ticket on the Hot Mess Express.
She’ll laugh, she’ll cry, she’ll cuss, she’ll pray,Love me to death by the end of the day.
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Little bit wild and a little bit lazy.Heart on fire, hair’s a wreck,Keeps me guessin’ what’ll happen next.She’s sugar, spice, and a beautiful mess,Engineer on the Hot Mess Express.Everybody says I should’ve said “yes”…Now I’m ridin’ the Hot Mess Express.
She buys more plants than the porch can hold,Can’t pass a yard sale to save her soul.Sings off-key with the windows down,Still the prettiest girl in this whole town.
She’ll laugh, she’ll cry, she’ll cuss, she’ll pray,Love me to death by the end of the day.
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Perfect’s overrated anyway, baby.We’ll keep this old train off the rails,Laughin’ through life’s little fairy tales.If lovin’ her’s a beautiful wreck,Punch my ticket—I ain’t gettin’ off yet.Next stop? Wherever she’s headed, I guess…Still ridin’ the Hot Mess Express.
Ooh, she ride that bassline dirty,Country charm, but flirty-flirty.Say my name, make it hurt me—Lord have mercy…
You ain’t my lady if you ain’t got no crazy,Little bit wild and a little bit lazy.Take me down to that runaway beat,Where the nights roll on and the tracks run steep.She’s wild, she’s raw, she’s a beautiful mess—Queen of this here Hot Mess Express.
Make me wacky…Make me nasty…Hot Mess Express.