Lyrics Faith Hill – The Bed We Made

The dishes are clean in the kitchen
There ain’t no dirt on the floor
The laundry’s all done washing
There ain’t no honey do list no more

Let’s go make a mess of
The bed we made this morning
Like the room’s been hit by a hurricane
Throw those pillows on the hardwood
And tangle those sheets up real good
Let’s go make a mess of
Make a mess of the bed we made

I’m talking candlewax on the dresser
Have spilled empty bottle of wine
A trail of clothes down the hallway
Pick it tomorrow but baby tonight…

Let’s go make a mess of
The bed we made this morning
Like the room’s been hit by a hurricane
Throw those pillows on the hardwood
And tangle those sheets up real good
Let’s go make a mess of
Make a mess of the bed we made

So you go and pull back the covers
I’ll go and pull down the shades

Let’s go make a mess of
The bed we made this morning

Let’s go make, let’s go make, make a mess of the bed
Make a mess of the bed we made
Let’s go make, let’s go make, make a mess of the bed
Make a mess of the bed we made