Beautiful Mess You look in the mirror, What do you see? Someone you never thought you would be. You've made some mistakes, You've made a wrong turn. Your body, It aches. Your stomach, It churns. You've been pacing Behind the same four walls. With no one to trust, Not one soul to call. You've lost all hope, Along with your head. You're what I call My beautiful mess.
The Way I Wanted Him So Three seats down, there he sat In his leather jacket, solid black Six shots down, four to go Till the moment I realized I wanted him so Sharp eyes, heavy heart From the first touch, I couldn't depart A bad boy he is, just what I like I want him to tease, I want him to bite I had him on top, I got him down low And this was the way I wanted him so