Song | Messed Around |
Artist | Squeeze |
Album | East Side Story |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(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. |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
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. |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
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. |