She wants to give up love for good She kicks a fence and splits the woodShe cries her eyes out in the rain She swears her life and so againShe feels messed around She takes a cold opposite pauseThe passing day time she ignores Since we're the problem on the benchAnd with a heel she digs a trench She feels messed aroundShe rips a skirt and tears a dress Climbing over his garden fenceBut on a morning as tears still fall She's in the mood for his love at allShe feels messed around Her door won't shut, her match won't lightThe bump went out, her skirt's too tight She feels messed aroundThe words don't match, her heart won't heal The foam won't pimp, her fruit won't peelShe feels messed aroundShe left herself open for him all the time And always kept off of his cloudAll the king's horses and all the king's men Have come up to mess aroundShe wants to give up love for good She kicks a fence and splits the woodShe cries her eyes out in the rain She swears her life and so againShe feels messed around