文本歌词

Messy - Lola Young
Lyrics by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson
Composed by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson
Produced by：Solomonophonic/manuka./Monsune/Carter Lang
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees
And I
I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life
Listen to me I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn thirty-three
Ok so yeah I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack who do you want me to be
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too ******* clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me is that not allowed
And I'm too clever and then I'm too ******* dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice and
Please don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my a*s off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two but hey
You can't even talk you smoke w**d just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too ******* clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me is that not allowed
And I'm too clever and then I'm too ******* dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
Oh and I'm too messy and then I'm too ******* clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me is that not allowed
And I'm too clever and then I'm too ******* dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot
You hate the ******* lot