My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
When my baby makes me grilled cheese
She puts raw onion on it
But she knows I don't want it
So I pick them off
And then she's mad at me
She tells me I'm a control freak
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (woah)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (woah)
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (I wish that we could feel better)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (I wish that we could feel better)
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My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
When my baby makes me grilled cheese
She puts raw onion on it
But she knows I don't want it
So I pick them off
And then she's mad at me
She tells me I'm a control freak
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (woah)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (woah)
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (I wish that we could feel better)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (I wish that we could feel better)
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
When my baby makes me grilled cheese
She puts raw onion on it
But she knows I don't want it
So I pick them off
And then she's mad at me
She tells me I'm a control freak
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold, yeah
Well, baby, I still go for gold
I still go for gold
I drink your kerosene
But I don't like it when you're mean
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I borrow your light
Set fire to my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
I walk into the room and I'm a stranger
I wish that we could feel better
Let's talk it out 'cause I can't do without you
I wish that we could feel better
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (woah)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (woah)
My baby messes me around
Yeah she don't love me anymore
And I know that for sure (I wish that we could feel better)
She put her hands in the air
Then the air turned sour
We stood like that for an hour (I wish that we could feel better)
Writer: Martha Wheatley, Rhiannon Mair
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.