Messed Around

Messed Around
(Difford/Tilbrook)

She wants to give up love for good
She kicks the fence and splits the wood
She cries her eyes out in the rain
She swears aloud and so again
She feels messed around

She takes her coat off as it pours
The passing daytime she ignores
Sits with a problem on a bench
And with her heel she digs a trench
She feels messed around

She rips her skirt and tears her dress
Climbing over his garden fence
Mud on her mourning as tears still fall
She’s in no mood for his love at all
She feels messed around

Her door won’t shut, her match won’t light
The bulb went out, her skirts too tight
She feels messed around
The words don’t match, her heart won’t heal
The phone won’t pip, her fruit won’t peel
She feels messed around

She left herself open for him all the time
But always kept off of his cloud
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Have come to mess her around

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