(Difford/Tilbrook) 



She wants to give up love for good   

She kicks the fence and splits the wood,   

She cries her eyes out in the rain   

She swears aloud and so again,   

She feels messed around.   

She takes her coat off as it pours   

The passing daytime she ignores,   

Sits with a problem on a bench   

And with her heel she digs a trench,   

She feels messed around.   

She rips her skirt and tears her dress   

Climbing over his garden fence,   

Mud on her mourning as tears still fall   

She's in no mood for his love at all,   

She feels messed around   



Her door won't shut, her match won't light,   

The bulb went out, her skirts too tight,   

She feels messed around.   

The words don't match, her heart won't heal,   

The phone won't pip, her fruit won't peel,   

She feels messed around.   



She left herself open for him all the time   

But always kept off of his cloud,   

All the king's horses and all the king's men   

Have come to mess her around.