Lola Young – Messy Lyrics

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You know I’m impatient so why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was
like minus 4 degrees and I get what you’re saying I just really don’t wanna hear it right now
can you shut up for like once in your life, listen to me I took your nice words of advice, about

how you think I’m gonna die lucky if I turn 33, Ok so yeah I smoke like a chimney, I’m not
skinny and I pull a Britney every other week, but cut me some slack who do you want me a
to be
Cause I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve 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 fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the 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 fucking lot
It’s taking you ages 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 my ass off all

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day it’s just one bottle of wine or two but hey! you can’t even talk, you smoke weed just to
help you sleep, then why you out getting stoned at 4 o‘clock, and then you come home to
me and don’t say hello cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes
Cause I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve 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 fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the 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 fucking lot
And I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve 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 fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the 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 fucking lot

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