Messed 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 takes her coat off as it pours The pa*sing 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