Messy

Lyrics by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson

Composed by：Lola Young/Conor Dickinson

Produced by：Gary Philips

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 just stop for like

Once in your life

Listen to me

I took your nice words of advice about

How you think I'm gonna be

Like you I turn thirty-three

Okay so yeah I whine like a baby

I'm not patient and I play some 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 squeaky clean

You told me get a job

Then you ask where that I have been

And I'm too perfect till

I open my big mouth

And I want to be me

Is that not allowed

And I'm too clever and then

I'm too foolish now

You hate it when I cry and it's

Been every day this 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 whole big lot

'Cause you hate the whole big lot

'Cause you hate the whole big lot

Hate 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 like every day

You hate when I whine at you

But hey you can't even talk

Watch TV just to help you sleep

While you're out havin' fun at 4 o'clock

And then you come back to me

And don't say hello

As I'm asleep again

And forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy and then

I'm too squeaky clean

You told me get a job

Then you ask where that I have 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 foolish now

You hate it when I cry and

It's been every day this 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 whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

And I'm too messy and then

I'm too squeaky clean

You told me get a job

Then you ask where that I have been

And I'm too perfect till

I open my big mouth

And I want to be me

Is that not allowed

And I'm too clever and then

I'm too foolish now

You hate it when I cry and

It's been every day this 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 whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot

You hate the whole big lot