The Good Kind of Mess (Album Version)

The Good Kind of Mess (Album Version) (Intro) (Spoken) Just look at us... (Verse 1) I got a closet full of silk and lace He's got a three-day sunburn on his face I keep the carpets white, I keep the windows clean Try to keep it looking like a magazine But then the front door opens and the wind blows in And I know exactly where my baby's been (Pre-Chorus) There's a trail of red clay on the hardwood floor And a pair of heavy boots kicked by the door Any other day, I might make a fuss But tonight it just looks like "us" (Chorus) 'Cause I'm the diamond, and he's the rough I'm the soft touch, he's the tough He brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold He ruins the perfect, he stains the dress But Lord, I love the good kind of mess Yeah, the good kind of mess... (Verse 2) He smells like engine oil and summer rain Washing the day down the shower drain My hands are manicured, his are worn From the break of day 'til the evenin' horn He pulls me close and I don't pull away I let the makeup smudge and the hair turn gray (Pre-Chorus) I kiss the bruises and the scars on his skin So I can touch the places that he's been He tries to apologize for the dust on his shirt But baby, I love a little bit of dirt (Chorus) 'Cause I'm the diamond, and he's the rough I'm the soft touch, he's the tough He brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold He ruins the perfect, he stains the dress But Lord, I love the good kind of mess (Bridge) The world I live in is shiny and fake Plastic smiles and hands that shake But he's the ground beneath my feet The only real thing on this street (Chorus) 'Cause I'm the diamond, and he's the rough I'm the soft touch, he's the tough He brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold He ruins the perfect, he stains the dress But Lord, I love the good kind of mess (Outro) Yeah, bring it on in. Don't wipe your boots, boy. I don't mind. The good kind of mess...