Mess my Mind

Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out

I know handle you so much
and everybody begin to rush
When I call you, you are gone
Sad I prefer to play this song:

"Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out"

Sometimes I wish I could go
in my boyfriend's car into my Tour
I would be mad without you
can someone love me? I'm not sure

When we are in a dark night
it's 'cause we're waiting the sun light
If he doesn't need you now
Sing it home just for your crowd:

"Walk alone and talk about
what you feel and what you cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they pay you out"

Walk alone and talk how
it's so unreal, but you won't cry, you
like to mess my mind, it's style
Play something real, they will pay you out