Letra de Messy
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
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 arse off all day
It′s just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can′t even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at 4 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
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'Cause I′m too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I′m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I′m not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
'Cause I′m too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I′m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I′m not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
And don't say hello
′Cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
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 fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I′ve been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
(You hate the fucking lot)
(You hate the fucking lot)
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It′s just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can′t even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at 4 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
chorus
'Cause I′m too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I′m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I′m not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
'Cause I′m too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I′m too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I′m not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
And don't say hello
′Cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
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 fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I′ve been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I′m too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it′s that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
(You hate the fucking lot)
(You hate the fucking lot)
