Clothes scattered across the bedroom floor
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Soaking wet towel hanging on the door
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Looks like a hurricane just came through
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Her makeup covers up
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Every inch of the counter top
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She's slappin' on a little bit of strawberry lip gloss
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She's ready to rock
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She's my hot mess, in a sundress
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Got my heart beating out of my chest
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Country girl come to town looking like a rock star
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She's got hazel eyes and a wild side
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Lightin' up the room with her smokey little smile
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Burnin' up and down, turning them heads
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She's my little hot mess.
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When she gets to dancin' to the band,
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Them shoes gonna wind up in her hand,
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Barefoot and groovin' like nobody's watchin'
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She gonna cut up and drink a little,
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Play them boys like a bluegrass fiddle
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The rave of the party's at,
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Oh she's right there in the middle.
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She's my hot mess, in a sundress
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Got my heart beating out of my chest
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Country girl come to town looking like a rock star
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She's got hazel eyes and a wild side
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Lightin' up the room with her smokey little smile
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Burnin' up and down, turning them heads
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She's my little hot mess.
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Every guy in here tonight, wants to take her home
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But in the morning she's gonna wake up, with my t-shirt on.
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She's my hot mess, in a sundress
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Got my heart beating out of my chest
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Country girl come to town looking like a rock star
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She's got hazel eyes and a wild side
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Lightin' up the room with her smokey little smile
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Burnin' up and down, turning them heads
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She's my little hot mess.
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Hot Mess
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| Tyler Farr |
