Messed Around - Squeeze

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

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 feels messed around

She feels messed around