Messes

There's a man I know, who plays tricks on himself
And everywhere he goes, he just can't help himself
Always getting into messes
With an attraction to trouble
The craziest girls making their way to him
He couldn't get away, even if he tried
But there's never one he'd ever deny

He just can't see, certain things, too clearly
A simple mind, would call him blind, to not see the figure approaching
So much, for a good time, this guy wants trouble, and he's not changing his mind
Whenever we go out, we can't leave without a fight

And I know I know, that you have been, just looking for a good time
And I know I know, that we're gonna start a mess, as soon as we walk in

These fatal attractions, are dragging me down with you
Not that I'm complaining, I think we both could use some changing
And I'm for certain, you will literally be, the death of me
But nothing is worse than staying here and missing my chance to flee

And I know I know, that you have been, just looking for a good time
And I know I know, that we're gonna start a mess, as soon as we walk in



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Writer(s): Bobby Richardson
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