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