Written by Clay Mills, Shane Minor, & Sonny LeMaire

Going out of my mind these days
Like Im walkin’ ’round in a haze
I cant think straight, I cant concentrate
And I need a shave

I go to work and I look tired
The boss man says, “Son, youre gonna get fired”
This aint your style
And behind my coffee cup I just smile


What a beautiful mess
What a beautiful mess Im in
Spendin’ all my time with you
Theres nothin’ else Id rather do

What a sweet addiction
That Im caught up in
Cause I cant get enough
Cant stop the hunger for your love

What a beautiful
What a beautiful mess Im in

This mornin’ put salt in my coffee
I put my shoes on the wrong feet
I’m losin’ my mind I swear
It might be the death of me, but I dont care


Is it your eyes? Is it your smile?
All I know is that youre drivin’ me wild




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