| One night I was talking to a friend of mine
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| He decided to tell me there was something on his mind
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| I may have done something wrong, I may have made a mistake
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| I don’t believe it now, you tell what’s my girl supposed to think
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| This is your mess
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| This your mess you gotta clean up
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| This your mess, this your mess
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| This your mess, this your mess
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| How could you do that to me?
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| Now I’ve messed up in the worst degree
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| Got to get right on my knees
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| And I got to hope that she hears my pleas
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| So what did that fool do? |
| Watch him telling me
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| That he’s sure he saw my girl mess around on me
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| Maybe now I’m not so sure, the sun was in my eyes
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| You stupid idiot, why did I listen to your damn, damn lies?
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| This is your mess
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| This your mess you gotta clean up
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| This your mess, this your mess
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| This your mess, this your mess
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| Like when you’re on the ice, you may just slip and fall
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| No, you can’t help it, no, not at all
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| You can stop it, all you have to do is learn
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| Stop it right now, you can’t have the world
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| This is your mess
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| This your mess you gotta clean up
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| This your mess, this your mess
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| This your mess, this your mess |