Perfect Mess

Your hair’s a perfect mess,
It’s like you don’t care
About the way you dress,
It ain’t fair
To all the other girls.
She don’t wear red lipstick,
It’s not like her to even give a care
About what other people say
They don’t mean anything
She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me
Or even know that I love her that way
She’s doesn’t try to impress me
It’s not like her to ever go out of her way,
And that’s why i love her.
She looks great right when she wakes up
She don’t need to wear makeup
To cover up her face
Her eyes are not quite blue
She don’t like them but I do
I’d take a dirty look
From those eyes any day
I wouldn’t change her if I could
I just hope that I’m enough for her.