Well you hate the way I shuffle But you love the way I deal You don't mind if I borrow But you'd rather watch me steal You take what you've forgiven And you put it in a drug In case you need it later Just to even up the score
Oh, oh, how did we get in to this mess? Oh, I know, gotta get you out Out of that little black dress
We get up and join the circus Take this show out on the road (come on, let's go) Girl if you wanna keep the light on You got to pay'em what they own (I know, I know) Yeah you're often planting flowers Are they ever gonna bloom? I'm up here with a guitar and another empty room
Oh, oh, how did we get in to this mess? Oh, I know, gotta get you out Out of that little black dress
Come on Baby you put me in the corner But girl I haven't done a thing Yeah you give me all the answers But I don't know what they mean You say you'll take me places Show me things I've never seen Say baby start the engine and then you hide the keys
Oh, oh, how did we get in to this mess? Oh, I know, gotta get you, gotta get you, wanna get you out of that Oh, oh, how did we get in to this mess? Oh, I know, gotta get you out, out of that little black dress
Wanna see your hair all in a mess That little black dress, come on Just let it fall to the floor You ain't gonna need those high heeled sneakers no more Step into the frame
Compositores: Jace Everett Beasley (Jace Everett), Daniel Weston Cohen ECAD: Obra #21504615