This is the theme song for an amazing monthly club night in Seattle of the same name. It is about fabulously disastrous people!
Lyrics and vocal by LA Kendall. Music and production by Spire.
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Seriously… you’re a hot mess… just a hot, sweaty mess…
but I like me a little hot mess!
Pretty girl – coming apart
Late nights – a broken heart
Falling in love just to break up
Fighting with friends just to make up
It’s a hot mess, baby
Such a hot mess , baby
You’re a hot mess, baby
I’m a hot mess, baby, yeah yeah yeah!
Losing oneself – an empty shell
Finding yourself is dope as hell
Making a mess and cleaning it up
Yelling at me – you need to shut up
It’s a hot mess, baby
Such a hot mess , baby
You’re a hot mess, baby
I’m a hot mess, baby, yeah yeah yeah!
Laughing so hard with tears in my eyes
Alone in the dark – friends and blue skies
At the bottom and going up
Feeling so fine – then throwing up
It’s a hot mess, baby
Such a hot mess , baby
You’re a hot mess, baby
I’m a hot mess, baby, yeah yeah yeah!
Being at war – making amends
One conflict starts – another one ends
Conservatives are f*cking things up
Liberals are on the come up
It’s a hot mess, baby
Such a hot mess , baby
You’re a hot mess, baby
I’m a hot mess, baby, yeah yeah yeah!
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