A Perfect Mess
Well, well look at you
Little miss has to pick the wounds
And that's so literal, and your so critical
Well if you feel like the scars and your cold you can saddle
I'm a man not a hand that, a friend not a servant
If you help me and ride
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I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Like seriously that's what they say
Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to get out of bed
Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to have any friends
Come whisper in my ear, secret so profound ill forget to write it down
Now left here with, the memory of the best and worst thing ill ever love
[Chorus: x2]
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
[Chorus: x2]
That's what they say
Some things will never change
Some things will never
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
Aren't we the perfect mess
