| She’s got good motor skills | |
| When she’s stuffed to the gills | |
| So honey say what you will | |
| She’s no stranger to pain | |
| She sleeps in the rain ‘ | |
| Cause she’s got nothin’ to gain | |
| Ooh she’s a hot mess | |
| Been tryin’ to pin her down | |
| Such a hot mess | |
| She’s bound to be makin’ rounds | |
| She’s a hot mess | |
| She does her personal best | |
| With stains on her dress | |
| She’s a reliable wreck | |
| She’s been payin’ her dues | |
| With her skanky tattoos | |
| And her sensible shoes | |
| CHORUS She lets her juices flow | |
| When she’s layin’ low | |
| Cuz that’s how she rolls | |
| She’s got a lopsided grin | |
| When she don’t know where she’s been | |
| She’s my possible kin | |
| CHORUS She comes across as a man | |
| With her spray-on tan | |
| But she don’t give a damn | |
| She wears her hair in a bun | |
| When she gets the job done | |
| She takes no shit from no one | |
| CHORUS She’s a hot mess | |
| Couldn’t care less | |
| Makes a hot mess |
| She' s got good motor skills | |
| When she' s stuffed to the gills | |
| So honey say what you will | |
| She' s no stranger to pain | |
| She sleeps in the rain ' | |
| Cause she' s got nothin' to gain | |
| Ooh she' s a hot mess | |
| Been tryin' to pin her down | |
| Such a hot mess | |
| She' s bound to be makin' rounds | |
| She' s a hot mess | |
| She does her personal best | |
| With stains on her dress | |
| She' s a reliable wreck | |
| She' s been payin' her dues | |
| With her skanky tattoos | |
| And her sensible shoes | |
| CHORUS She lets her juices flow | |
| When she' s layin' low | |
| Cuz that' s how she rolls | |
| She' s got a lopsided grin | |
| When she don' t know where she' s been | |
| She' s my possible kin | |
| CHORUS She comes across as a man | |
| With her sprayon tan | |
| But she don' t give a damn | |
| She wears her hair in a bun | |
| When she gets the job done | |
| She takes no shit from no one | |
| CHORUS She' s a hot mess | |
| Couldn' t care less | |
| Makes a hot mess |
| She' s got good motor skills | |
| When she' s stuffed to the gills | |
| So honey say what you will | |
| She' s no stranger to pain | |
| She sleeps in the rain ' | |
| Cause she' s got nothin' to gain | |
| Ooh she' s a hot mess | |
| Been tryin' to pin her down | |
| Such a hot mess | |
| She' s bound to be makin' rounds | |
| She' s a hot mess | |
| She does her personal best | |
| With stains on her dress | |
| She' s a reliable wreck | |
| She' s been payin' her dues | |
| With her skanky tattoos | |
| And her sensible shoes | |
| CHORUS She lets her juices flow | |
| When she' s layin' low | |
| Cuz that' s how she rolls | |
| She' s got a lopsided grin | |
| When she don' t know where she' s been | |
| She' s my possible kin | |
| CHORUS She comes across as a man | |
| With her sprayon tan | |
| But she don' t give a damn | |
| She wears her hair in a bun | |
| When she gets the job done | |
| She takes no shit from no one | |
| CHORUS She' s a hot mess | |
| Couldn' t care less | |
| Makes a hot mess |