Messy hair with the pink lips.
Brown eyes, thick thighs,
And she's in love with the starlight.
9 to 5 and she says she's doing alright,
On her feet all day making bank so she don't lose sight.
She knows what's important and she ain't codependent.
She works every day, minimum wage so she can pay rent.
Smooth skin, sweet talk but she'll tell you when to walk.
Radio on, she jams to rock when she works around the clock.
Daddy wasn't bad but had snuff in his teeth,
while mommy took care of her, always on her feet.
Little Miss MTV never Miss VIP,
Little Miss get a grip never Miss take a trip.
Jeans a little ripped and her shoes a little dirty.
Tops a little striped
And panties a little flirty.
Never had the finner things
But she was still finding wings.
Grew up blessed, grew up stressed, but grew up too soon
Instead.
She works it everyday
where she works at a cafe.
She swings her hips, she flips her hair,
And all the boys, they just stare.
She's a straight A baby,
Shes an okay baby,
She's a try her best everyday, make it work out your way.
She's a keep to herself baby,
An underdog, backstreet baby.
Listen to yourself, Baby. Pray for a better day.
She so much more than a waitress from the nameless,
But people just will not dare
to look on past her Messy Hair.
