She wants to give up love for good She kicks a fence and splits the wood
She cries her eyes out in the rain She swears her life and so again
She feels messed around She takes a cold opposite pause
The passing day time she ignores Since we're the problem on the bench
And with a heel she digs a trench She feels messed around
She rips a skirt and tears a dress Climbing over his garden fence
But on a morning as tears still fall She's in the mood for his love at all
She feels messed around Her door won't shut, her match won't light
The bump went out, her skirt's too tight She feels messed around
The words don't match, her heart won't heal The foam won't pimp, her fruit won't peel
She feels messed around
She left herself open for him all the time And always kept off of his cloud
All the king's horses and all the king's men Have come up to mess around
She wants to give up love for good She kicks a fence and splits the wood
She cries her eyes out in the rain She swears her life and so again
She feels messed around