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Lyrics of Messy by Lola Young
verse
You know I′m impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin′
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
Okay, 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 to be?
chorus
′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, 'til 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, ′til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
verse
It′s taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I′m not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don′t pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all 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 gettin′ stoned at four 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
chorus
′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 ′til 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 ′til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, 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, ′til 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, 'til I show you that I′m not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Writer(s): Lola Young, Conor Dickinson
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The song 'Messy' by Lola Young talks about the struggle of trying to meet someone's expectations while also staying true to oneself. The lyrics depict the frustration of being judged for being too messy or too clean, too clever or too dumb, and the desire to be accepted for who one truly is, despite the constant criticism and pressure to change.
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Themes
Identity and self-acceptance
• A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
• I want to be me, is that not allowed?
Frustration in relationships
• You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
• You told me, 'Get a job', then you ask where the hell I've been
Insecurity and pressure
• I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
• I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
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Moods
Angst, heartbreak, anger, empowerment, despair
Rating: R
Lyrics contain adult material, to be consumed with caution
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