Mess of a Woman

My innocence was stolen so they called an intervention
Hours in their therapy sessions immersed in foretold conversation

The gavel landed in judgement 'fore a word spoken
I cried on the podium but they had their verdict

What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess
What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess of a woman
Oh what a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess
What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess of a woman

More concerned about purity than the hurt inflicted under the sheets
They see red I see hypocrisy when care is a cover for prying

Is it lawful to have another crimes on you redound
Isn't it awful to have God's people burn your faith to the ground

What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess
What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess of a woman
Oh what a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess
What a mess what a mess what a mess what a mess of a woman
They're more concerned about saving him from the devil overtaking him
So daughters will always be the culprit when the sins of our sins of our sons are remitted

Isn't it a sad state of affairs when your worth is in a body you don't own
When the bloody hands of sons are what they praise on thrones
So we fight tooth and nail to not sound absurd while they condemn
Jezebel in every softly spoken girl
So when your women come crawling to your pearly gates
Sympathy imploring all you can say is

What a mess of a woman
Oh what a mess, she's a mess
They're more concerned about saving him from the devil overtaking him
So daughters will always be the culprit when the sins of our sons are remitted



Credits
Writer(s): Eloise Collins
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