Messy - Kidz Bop Kids
Lyrics by:Lola Young/Conor Dickinson
Composed by:Lola Young/Conor Dickinson
Produced by:Gary Philips
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 just stop for like
Once in your life
Listen to me
I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna be
Like you I turn thirty-three
Okay so yeah I whine like a baby
I'm not patient and I play some Britney
Every other week
But cut me some slack
Who do you want me to be
'Cause I'm too messy and then
I'm too squeaky clean
You told me get a job
Then you ask where that I have been
And I'm too perfect till
I open my big mouth
And I want to be me
Is that not allowed
And I'm too clever and then
I'm too foolish now
You hate it when I cry and it's
Been every day this 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 whole big lot
'Cause you hate the whole big lot
'Cause you hate the whole big lot
Hate hate
It's taking you ages
You 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 like every day
You hate when I whine at you
But hey you can't even talk
Watch TV just to help you sleep
While you're out havin' fun at 4 o'clock
And then you come back to me
And don't say hello
As I'm asleep again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy and then
I'm too squeaky clean
You told me get a job
Then you ask where that I have 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 foolish now
You hate it when I cry and
It's been every day this 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 whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
And I'm too messy and then
I'm too squeaky clean
You told me get a job
Then you ask where that I have been
And I'm too perfect till
I open my big mouth
And I want to be me
Is that not allowed
And I'm too clever and then
I'm too foolish now
You hate it when I cry and
It's been every day this 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 whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot
You hate the whole big lot