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 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