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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. |
