(with apologies to Meghan Trainor) Because you know I’m all about that mess ‘Bout that mess, Hey rebels! I’m all ‘bout that mess, ‘bout that mess, Hey rebels! I’m all ‘bout that mess, ‘bout that mess, Hey rebels! I’m all ‘bout that mess, ‘bout that mess Yeah it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no Martha Stew- Art, don’t want to decorate it like I’m “supposed to” do ‘Cause I got a junk room, out of storage space All the right junk in all the wrong places I got the magazines, I’m like my own thrift shop And every inch of it is cluttered From the bottom to the top Yeah, my momma she told me they don’t give a housework prize She says, don’t worry ‘bout it more than if we were guys You know I won’t be no domestic pre-feminist hausfrau, So, if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and get out now I’m bringing duty back Go ahead and tell them neat freak bitches Hey No, I’m just playing I know you think you’re slobs, But these aren’t women’s jobs, Everybody delegate them from the basement to the shop Yeah, my momma she told me don’t tolerate lazy guys She says, don’t date men who are little boys in disguise You know I won’t be no scullery, trying to do it all So, if that’s what you’re into then hang up and please don’t call Comments are closed.
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AuthorI've been working with chronic disorganization, squalor, and hoarding for over 20 years. I'm also a marathon runner who was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and thyroid disease 17 years ago. This website uses marketing and tracking technologies. Opting out of this will opt you out of all cookies, except for those needed to run the website. Note that some products may not work as well without tracking cookies. Opt Out of CookiesArchives
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