Bonus Track: The Good Kind of Mess (Original Lyrics - Sally's Version)

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Bonus Track: The Good Kind of Mess (Original Lyrics - Sally's Version)

(Intro)
(Spoken)
Just look at us...

(Verse 1)
I got a closet full of silk and lace
She's got a three-day sunburn on her 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 she's the rough
I'm the soft touch, she's the tough
She brings the wild in from the cold
Tracks the dirt right across the gold
She ruins the perfect, she stains the dress
But Lord, I love the good kind of mess
Yeah, the good kind of mess...

(Verse 2)
She smells like engine oil and summer rain
Washing the day down the shower drain
My hands are manicured, hers are worn
From the break of day 'til the evenin' horn
She 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 her skin
So I can touch the places that she's been
She tries to apologize for the dust on her shirt
But baby, I love a little bit of dirt

(Bridge)
The world I live in is shiny and fake
Plastic smiles and hands that shake
But she's the ground beneath my feet
The only real thing on this street

(Outro)
Yeah, bring it on in.
Don't wipe your boots.
I don't mind.
The good kind of mess...

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Bonus Track: The Good Kind of Mess (Original Lyrics - Sally's Version) (Intro) (Spoken) Just look at us... (Verse 1) I got a closet full of silk and lace She's got a three-day sunburn on her 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 she's the rough I'm the soft touch, she's the tough She brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold She ruins the perfect, she stains the dress But Lord, I love the good kind of mess Yeah, the good kind of mess... (Verse 2) She smells like engine oil and summer rain Washing the day down the shower drain My hands are manicured, hers are worn From the break of day 'til the evenin' horn She 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 her skin So I can touch the places that she's been She tries to apologize for the dust on her shirt But baby, I love a little bit of dirt (Chorus) 'Cause I'm the diamond, and she's the rough I'm the soft touch, she's the tough She brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold She ruins the perfect, she 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 she's the ground beneath my feet The only real thing on this street (Chorus) 'Cause I'm the diamond, and she's the rough I'm the soft touch, she's the tough She brings the wild in from the cold Tracks the dirt right across the gold She ruins the perfect, she stains the dress But Lord, I love the good kind of mess (Outro) Yeah, bring it on in. Don't wipe your boots. I don't mind. The good kind of mess...

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