[Verse 1: Faith Hill]
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
The sugar bowl is off in the sugar
The car has been washed and waxed
The roses have all been watered
It's damn near perfect on the colder sad song

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
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

[Verse 2: Faith Hill]
I'm talking candlewax on the dresser
Half spilled empty bottle of wine
A trail of clothes down the hallway
Pick it up tomorrow, but baby, tonight...

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
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
[Bridge: Faith Hill]
So you go and pull back the covers
I'll go and pull down the shades

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
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

[Outro: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
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