From the recording Wild Goose Chase
Lyrics
Hot Mess
he brought that girl in here again
it's hard to believe they're only friends
you can keep on trying to pretend
but this is the beginning of the end
it's a hot mess
a hundred degrees in that dress
hot mess
ain't it time to confess
who's the new brunette?
smoking cigarettes
how much you wanna bet?
it's a hot, hot, hot, hot mess
taking her down to Bourbon Street
dancing around to Little Feat
but she don't like that kind of beat
the generation gap is complete
it's a hot mess
a hundred degrees in that dress
hot mess
ain't it time to confess
the bloom is off the rose
and everybody knows
it's a cliche I suppose
it's a hot, hot, hot, hot mess
when it's over, and t's done
and all you wanna do is run
leave in style
it sure was fun for a little while
it's a hot mess
a hundred degrees in that dress
hot mess
ain't it time to confess
like a moth to the flame
it's a dangerous game
there's no one left to blame
it's a hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot mess